Pharim War


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In morality, there are shades of gray, but don’t fall into the trap of believing there are only shades of gray. There is absolute good in this world, and there is absolute evil. – Osumnd

Sponsored by a rich patron, Jez attends the Carceri Academy, where many of the country’s elite go to study. Though his patron forbids him to study it, Jez finds he has an aptitude for battle magic. When a sleeping sickness sweeps the land, Jez begins experiencing strange visions of the creation of the world. He investigates them and discovers a trail of dark magic that indicates his patron may not be as benevolent as he originally believed, and Jez himself may be much older than anyone suspects.

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After three hours of searching, they’d still found nothing. Osmund had fallen asleep, and Jez was finding it difficult to keep his eyes open. He stared into a book and realized he hadn’t turned the page in several minutes. He closed it and put it back on the shelf. He looked up at Master Besis who was running his fingers over a flat piece of wood covered in lumps. Besis stopped his examination.

“Tired?” Jez nodded. “Well, Master Linala will open the practice house in a few hours. We shouldn’t let her find us here.”

Jez nodded again and shook Osmund. The other boy groaned and opened his eyes. He blinked several times.
“Sorry,” he said. “What happened to the lantern?”
“What?” Jez looked up at the lantern hanging from the ceiling. It was as bright as ever, but shadows swirled around it.

“Master Besis?”

“Yes?” Besis followed Jez’s gaze. “Oh. How is your binding?”

“My binding?”

“Yes, you haven’t had someone teach you, have you?”

“No, you said that was too dangerous. Why?”

“Those are living shadows.” His voice was completely flat. “They’re about to try to kill us.”