The Lovers of Kala Magai (M/F, fantasy)
Posted: Fri May 05, 2023 4:38 am
Kala Magai, The Realm Between Realms, 10,001 AH
Located in the most central point of the continent of Almeera is a small territory known as the Realm Between Realms. A neutral place free of the politics, wars and schemes ever-present among Almeera's many nations.
It is here that Mages, people born with the ability to harness magic, are brought from all across the continent and taken in for training by the sacred, impartial organisation known as the Paxari.
The Paxari train Mages to harness, focus, but above all control their amazing abilities for the betterment of mortalkind, aware that a selfish Mage, or a power-drunk Mage is also a dangerous one.
It is here that two new pupils arrived in Kala Magai from different corners of Almeera on the exact same day:
Daxos, a bright but rather cocky young man from the prosperous coastal Kingdom of New Tyria. Having grown up near the coast, Daxos found himself not only drawn to the water, but able to influence it as a child and teenager. Unlike many Mages who hide their powers for fear of persecution, Daxos would brag to any other children who would listen that he had special powers. His community tolerated him for many years as he brought them great benefits, calming the seas for passing ships, drawing in an abundance of fish to catch, and even performing majestic shows with only a bowl full of water. However, at the age of seventeen his people turned on him, for he almost caused a tidal wave that would have flooded the village, and so his family agreed to send him to Kala Magai to receive proper training from the Paxari.
And Kadya, a hardy but rather withdrawn Bo'Var girl from the vast plainlands known as The Steppes, or Gho Rasghan in the language of the Bo'Vari, a collection of nomadic tribes. From a young age Kadyas parents could tell she was different, for she would often shun the company of people altogether, preferring to spend her time with the horses that the Bo'Vari rely on for their way of life. Kadya enjoyed solitude, loved to experiment with the earth and the wind around her, found talking to animals more insightful and exhilarating than any human she'd ever met. To her annoyance, she grew up to be a great beauty, and as the daughter of a Bokan (chieftain), many power-hungry suitors tried to win her affections. One day, driven to the point of near-insanity, Kadya pushed a particularly unpleasant man clear across the tribes camp without even touching him. Her secret was out, and the Bo'Vari are a superstitious people wary of Mages, so her parents had no choice but to send her to the safety of Kala Magai.
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It had been a warm, sunny afternoon when Daxos and Kadya had arrived at the gleaming silver tower of Kala Magai. From whatever direction you approach the magnificent Citadel, it slowly peers over the horizon like a kind-hearted friend welcoming you home. The massive central tower, built by the Hellans of old appears to glitter in the sunlight, made from a strange, mystical substance that only they know the name of.
Daxos had marvelled at the glorious sight when he approached from the south, his face awash with excitement as his father's rickety wooden cart drew ever nearer.
Kadya had gripped the reins of her favourite mare Krasdana all the tighter, feeling sick to her stomach as she rode with her mother from the north. She had never seen such a structure in her life, hailing from endless grasslands where a giant tent was the grandest man-made thing she'd ever witnessed.
Though they had approached Kala Magai from different directions, nay, different worlds... Their fates would become intertwined within the welcoming walls of this place.
Yet, one would certainly not think so at first, for five whole years had passed before they would ever lay eyes upon one another. For Kala Magai is a vast place filled with thousands of people: Mages, Mages in training, workers, pilgrims and much more.
So imagine Kadya's surprise, when she was relaxing with her toes dipped in her favourite pond in a secluded glade just outside Kala Magai's walls...
And an out-of-breath young fool came barrelling through the trees and crashed to the forest floor, heaving with mischievous laughter and clutching a chicken in his arms.
"Hahaha! Wooo! By the Gods, I think I finally lost them!"
The shy Bo'Var princess scrambled to her feet, the splashing of the water alerting Daxos to her presence. As he glanced towards the noise, his face upside down in a cheeky grin, the troublesome Tyrian also hauled himself upright, hoping he didn't startle the fair maiden before him.
"Haat ela shu? Delgho mai bal'avokha!" Kadya exclaimed with a shaky voice.
"I... Ha! Forgive me lady, just having a bit of harmless fun with the head cook!" Daxos reached out a hand to calm her.
"You liddle basterd! I'll 'ave yer guts fer this I will!" A surly older man's voice rang out through the trees.
"Ooh. I don't think he's taking it so well, come lady, this way!" Daxos shouted with adrenaline-fuelled glee, not even thinking as he grabbed Kadya's hand.
"Vako! Ehna- Woah!" The black-haired Bo'Var girl was lurched into the chase.
"Come on, don't want to get caught now do we? Hahaha!"
"N-nai! Vako! Linghis mih shu vakhab!!!" Kadya fretted as she found herself darting through the trees with this strange young man.
An unlikely meeting to be sure, but the greatest connections can often form in the most surprising of ways...
TO BE CONTINUED
Located in the most central point of the continent of Almeera is a small territory known as the Realm Between Realms. A neutral place free of the politics, wars and schemes ever-present among Almeera's many nations.
It is here that Mages, people born with the ability to harness magic, are brought from all across the continent and taken in for training by the sacred, impartial organisation known as the Paxari.
The Paxari train Mages to harness, focus, but above all control their amazing abilities for the betterment of mortalkind, aware that a selfish Mage, or a power-drunk Mage is also a dangerous one.
It is here that two new pupils arrived in Kala Magai from different corners of Almeera on the exact same day:
Daxos, a bright but rather cocky young man from the prosperous coastal Kingdom of New Tyria. Having grown up near the coast, Daxos found himself not only drawn to the water, but able to influence it as a child and teenager. Unlike many Mages who hide their powers for fear of persecution, Daxos would brag to any other children who would listen that he had special powers. His community tolerated him for many years as he brought them great benefits, calming the seas for passing ships, drawing in an abundance of fish to catch, and even performing majestic shows with only a bowl full of water. However, at the age of seventeen his people turned on him, for he almost caused a tidal wave that would have flooded the village, and so his family agreed to send him to Kala Magai to receive proper training from the Paxari.
And Kadya, a hardy but rather withdrawn Bo'Var girl from the vast plainlands known as The Steppes, or Gho Rasghan in the language of the Bo'Vari, a collection of nomadic tribes. From a young age Kadyas parents could tell she was different, for she would often shun the company of people altogether, preferring to spend her time with the horses that the Bo'Vari rely on for their way of life. Kadya enjoyed solitude, loved to experiment with the earth and the wind around her, found talking to animals more insightful and exhilarating than any human she'd ever met. To her annoyance, she grew up to be a great beauty, and as the daughter of a Bokan (chieftain), many power-hungry suitors tried to win her affections. One day, driven to the point of near-insanity, Kadya pushed a particularly unpleasant man clear across the tribes camp without even touching him. Her secret was out, and the Bo'Vari are a superstitious people wary of Mages, so her parents had no choice but to send her to the safety of Kala Magai.
...............................................................................................
It had been a warm, sunny afternoon when Daxos and Kadya had arrived at the gleaming silver tower of Kala Magai. From whatever direction you approach the magnificent Citadel, it slowly peers over the horizon like a kind-hearted friend welcoming you home. The massive central tower, built by the Hellans of old appears to glitter in the sunlight, made from a strange, mystical substance that only they know the name of.
Daxos had marvelled at the glorious sight when he approached from the south, his face awash with excitement as his father's rickety wooden cart drew ever nearer.
Kadya had gripped the reins of her favourite mare Krasdana all the tighter, feeling sick to her stomach as she rode with her mother from the north. She had never seen such a structure in her life, hailing from endless grasslands where a giant tent was the grandest man-made thing she'd ever witnessed.
Though they had approached Kala Magai from different directions, nay, different worlds... Their fates would become intertwined within the welcoming walls of this place.
Yet, one would certainly not think so at first, for five whole years had passed before they would ever lay eyes upon one another. For Kala Magai is a vast place filled with thousands of people: Mages, Mages in training, workers, pilgrims and much more.
So imagine Kadya's surprise, when she was relaxing with her toes dipped in her favourite pond in a secluded glade just outside Kala Magai's walls...
And an out-of-breath young fool came barrelling through the trees and crashed to the forest floor, heaving with mischievous laughter and clutching a chicken in his arms.
"Hahaha! Wooo! By the Gods, I think I finally lost them!"
The shy Bo'Var princess scrambled to her feet, the splashing of the water alerting Daxos to her presence. As he glanced towards the noise, his face upside down in a cheeky grin, the troublesome Tyrian also hauled himself upright, hoping he didn't startle the fair maiden before him.
"Haat ela shu? Delgho mai bal'avokha!" Kadya exclaimed with a shaky voice.
"I... Ha! Forgive me lady, just having a bit of harmless fun with the head cook!" Daxos reached out a hand to calm her.
"You liddle basterd! I'll 'ave yer guts fer this I will!" A surly older man's voice rang out through the trees.
"Ooh. I don't think he's taking it so well, come lady, this way!" Daxos shouted with adrenaline-fuelled glee, not even thinking as he grabbed Kadya's hand.
"Vako! Ehna- Woah!" The black-haired Bo'Var girl was lurched into the chase.
"Come on, don't want to get caught now do we? Hahaha!"
"N-nai! Vako! Linghis mih shu vakhab!!!" Kadya fretted as she found herself darting through the trees with this strange young man.
An unlikely meeting to be sure, but the greatest connections can often form in the most surprising of ways...
TO BE CONTINUED