U N D E T E R M I N E D .F A T E
"I am heading to the Citadel, mother. I shall be back later." Levanael called to the woman in the other room.
"Wait!" the tall, white haired Orderite woman shrieked as she burst through the amber doors of their home and entered the foyer. She then began to fix the boy's collar as she continued. "You must look pristine if you are meeting with Aevah herself. Remember, it is a great honor to serve Seren and the Orderites of this fine city. Now go. Make your father and I proud, Evan."
The boy gave a nod and a determined look as he opened the front door to a bustling street in Ashen City. The housing district was quaint, but everyone seemed to be flying here or there to get their chores done. Something Levanael knew oh so well.
Finally, he was of age to join up the ranks and take a weapon of his very own. He walked down the street with pride towards the Citadel, thinking of only one thing. He needed that mace, it's all he ever wanted. His father was a barbarian, his mother, a mage. He was trained up to believe that he would take up the same weapon as either his father or mother.
His two choices were either to become a barbarian like his father or a mage like his mother. He had totally disregarded the other two options completely. Why on earth would he want to become an archer or a warrior? Bludgeoning things with a mace or curing disease would be a much better way to go. But, he decided to let fate take him in the direction he was supposed to go.
Levanael walked up the many stairs to the main doors of the Citadel. He opened the large framed doors that were beautiful in their own right. He would have admired them more had he not been so excited to see Aevah Avi at their meeting.
As the Orderite walked to the large door that entered the office of Aevah Avi, it opened automatically. "Come in, child of Seren." a woman's voice said. "I've been awaiting your arrival." the voice said.
Levanael blinked a few times quickly and slowly made his way into the room with the woman. The Orderite woman had a kind, soft smile upon her face and an aura of majesty about her. She had the gown of a goddess upon her body and a small tiara of what looked to be diamonds upon her head. That, was Aevah Avi.
"So, you've come to accept your weapon, I presume?" she asked the boy with a smile.
"That is correct, Ms. Avi. I have come to take the path of a barbarian or mage. Fate is to decide the rest." the boy said, somewhat nervously as he approached the large desk.
"Fate may have a different plan for you, young one. We shall see." Aevah said, placing the four weapons upon the table.
"Take a seat and we shall begin."
Levanael did as he was told. He quickly took a seat across from the master and looked over each and every weapon upon the table. Why she put out the sword and bow, he wouldn't know. He already knew what he wanted. The more and more he thought about it, he wanted to become a barbarian just like his father. If fate decided that he would become a mage like his mother, he would be alright with that as well.
"Take your time, find the weapon that speaks to you most." she said, sitting back in her chair and allowing the boy to look at each weapon.
As soon as he looked at the bow, he knew that wasn't the path for him. He glanced over the mage's scepter and the barbarian's mace, both didn't seem to speak to him like he first imagined they would. Then he came to the sword, a beautiful master-crafted sword. The touched it, felt the hilt and then ran his finger along the dull side of the blade. He then looked at the mace once more, a power filled within him. He was getting similar vibes from the mace, though the pull of the sword seemed stronger. "This feels so strange. I feel more of a calling towards the warrior's path than any other. But I have always wanted to be a barbarian like my father." he said, looking up to Aevah for guidance.
The woman looked at him with that same soft smile. "Levanael, fate always has a funny way of showing you something you may have otherwise overlooked. Go ahead and let fate tell you which you should choose."
"I came in here expecting to let fate choose between the mace and the scepter for me; but now that I have laid eyes upon the sword, I cannot help but think fate may have a different path for me than I had originally planned." the Orderite said with a heavy sigh.
Levanael sat back, looking between the Mace and the Sword. Both very powerful weapons. His initial thought was that he would place one hand upon the mace and the other upon the scepter. But now that he had felt the power of both the mace and the sword, his plan changed ever-so-slightly. He gripped the hilt of both weapons, lifting them both up into the air, wavering back and forth.
He closed his eyes and spoke, "Whichever weapon is meant to be mine, fate will choose for me. I accept you." he said, his eyes closed. A bright, blinding light blasted forth from the weapon of fate's choosing, transforming the hilt of the dragon-shaped weapon into a cuff around the blade. Boils formed on the hilt allowing extra grip. When the boy opened his eyes, he was actually quite shocked to find that his chosen path was that of the warrior.
"So, fate has chosen your destiny for you. The moment you stepped inside this office, I knew that you had a warrior's spirit about you. Take care, Levanael, and may Seren guide you evermore into the light." Aevah said, a smile upon her face, holding her hand out towards the door.
Levanael took his first steps into the world with his brand new weapon. It hadn't gone at all how he had planned, but he was determined to practice every single day until he was the best warrior on the face of Magesc.
"A warrior's spirit..." he began as he walked down the many stairs towards the street. "I could definitely work with that." he finished, a bright smile upon his face as he walked home in the early evening, sword in hand, swinging it every now and again to get a good grip of using it's power.
