Artha Sidd |
Artha fell through the portal and lands aloft the cool, soft grass. The wind blows the tall blades eastward toward the three moons, the largest sitting beautifully on the horizon as a perfect half. He stood up, dusted himself off with a chuckle, and, with a wave of his hand, his crystal throne flew swiftly into the tower that sat in the center of the glade. Artha shut his eyes and teleported to the top of the sapphire stone tower. He looked out over the crenellations, across the mountain peaks that circled the meadow and the leagues of ocean and unexplored islands that lay throughout his massive plane and smiled.
He sat down on the small cushion, assuming the lotus position. His hands were rested on his knees, palm up and his mind was already clear and focused on the message. The energy pulsed through him, amplified by The Spire. It sent visible waves of vibrant color throughout the meadow and beyond, a pulsating aurora covering the landscape. it traveled through the void, and was translated into invisible energy rippling through Avalon. Waves of thought flowing over the entire campus.
"Hello students, faculty. I am Professor Sidd, and I am the new heavy blades teacher. It is a pleasure to be joining you at Avalon Academy. I apologize for interrupting, what I imagine, is an eventful Sunday."He laughs."However, with my class beginning tomorrow, I wanted to remind you all that registration is still open until the end of the class period, all you need to do is show up and I'll take care of making sure you're registered. Be warned, this class will have combat and anyone who wishes to learn the zen art of the blade must be willing to fight. But fighting is not the only thing you shall learn, as the heavy blade will teach balance, timing, power, and precision along with a greater understanding of self."
Images of beautiful blade forms and savage combat flashed through the minds of all who hear his voice. Longswords being wielded with poise, falchions elegantly sweeping through the air and greatswords brutally destroying all in their path.
"The blade is a noble art. I hope to see many of you tomorrow."
The message happens so quickly that it seems like a dream, the students only preoccupied for a few seconds; Artha has been sitting for 2 hours. The colors slowly fade back into nothingness as he opens his eyes.
"Hyperion!!"He calls out. The crystal throne, now devoid of any cover or seat, floats to him through the roof door."Hyperion, we will discover something today. A new island, a small one. I have plans." He grins and takes his place atop the crystal. They race through the air, over te mountains, and finally disappearing into out over the ocean.