Finnick Black was a notorious figure in his small Old North State community, renowned for his acerbic wit and penchant for vexing authority figures. His repute as a troublemaker was further solidified by his penchant for openly mocking substitute teachers, while his persistent annoyance of school administrators, hall monitors, and cafeteria staff only served to cement his infamy. Despite the efforts of guidance counselors to assist him - prompted by his tragic background as an orphaned child - his caustic demeanor and sharp tongue left them wishing for his absence. He was easily recognizable by his perpetual scowl, unkempt brown hair, and piercing gray eyes. A devotee of skateboarding, although his proficiency in the activity had been hard-won, as evidenced by the dents he had inflicted upon several cars during his initial attempts. He was often observed loitering outside the premises of comic book stores, arcades, and video game stores. Even the Mayor had personal knowledge of him, having been unable to forget the incident in which he had surreptitiously liberated a naked mole-rat from the clutches of a pet store during the annual May Day parade, moved by compassion for the visually impaired, wrinkle-skinned creature's helplessness. He had also liberated the store's stock of white mice, who were destined to be fed to a boa constrictor, as a matter of principle.
He had not anticipated the rodent population to run rampant amidst the parade participants, as they possess limited cognitive capabilities. Similarly, he was taken aback by the reaction of the spectators, who demonstrated a lack of discernment, as his father had succinctly articulated post-event. Despite being absolved of responsibility for the parade's disruption, he was met with blame and condemnation, particularly by the mayor. To compound matters, his father had compelled him to relinquish the mole rat, as his father held a strict moral code against thievery, viewing it as a transgression on par with the use of magic.
As Landon sat restlessly in the uncomfortable chair outside the principal's office, he pondered the likelihood of his return to school and whether anyone would notice his absence. He incessantly ruminated on the various strategies he had been instructed to employ in order to fail the mage test, with the desired outcome being a conspicuous and dramatic failure. His father had repeatedly enumerated the potential methods of failure; such as rendering his mind completely blank, focusing on the antithesis of what the examiners sought, or directing his attention to another student's examination. He massaged his calf, which had been causing him discomfort and pain earlier that morning, a common ailment that seemed to worsen with his increasing height. He took solace in the fact that the physical aspect of the mage test, whatever it may be, would be a simple task to fail.
The auditory stimuli emanating from down the hallway permeated the eardrums of the individual as he discerned the distinct squeaks of athletic footwear against the polished surface of the wooden floor, accompanied by the boisterous vocalizations of his peers engaged in physical education class. A sense of longing luminous with longing and regret enveloped him, as he yearned for the opportunity to partake in such activities, despite his physical limitations. Despite his eagerness, and the boundless energy that coursed through his being, he was exempt from the mandatory physical education requirement due to the ailment afflicting his lower limb. Even during his formative years, when he attempted to partake in recess activities such as running, jumping, or climbing, a vigilant monitor would approach him, reminding him to exercise caution to prevent injury. Persistence in such endeavors would result in him being confined indoors.
As though a mere smattering of contusions were the epitome of misery that one could endure. As though his limb was destined to deteriorate further. Fin exhaled a sigh of resignation and fixed his gaze through the transparent portals of the educational institution, where his father would soon arrive in his unmistakable Duesenberg, gleaming in a brilliant dark green. There was no other vehicle in the city that could compare to it. Fin's father operated an antique establishment on Main Street, named Retro Redo; He relished nothing more than taking dilapidated objects and restoring them to a pristine state. To maintain the car's functioning, he had to tinker with it almost every weekend, and was constantly imploring Fin to clean it and apply some peculiar vintage automobile wax to prevent it from rusting. The Duesenberg functioned flawlessly... unlike Fin. He lowered his gaze to his sneakers as he rhythmically tapped his feet against the floor. When he wore jeans, one could not discern any ailment with his leg, but as soon as he stood and began to walk, it was apparent. He had undergone numerous surgeries and various forms of physical therapy since infancy, yet nothing had truly alleviated his condition. He still walked with a limping gait, akin to attempting to maintain balance on a vessel that was constantly rocking from side to side.
As a youthful individual, he would oftentimes indulge in fanciful reveries wherein he assumed the guise of a piratical marauder, or even a valiant sailor with a prosthetic limb, succumbing to the tumultuous depths amidst a prolonged engagement of cannon fire. He would embroil himself in the personas of pirates and ninjas, cowboys and extraterrestrial explorers. However, he never entertained the notion of incorporating elements of magic into his imaginative escapades. The rumble of an approaching engine caught his attention, causing him to rise from his seat, only to be met with disappointment upon realizing it was not his father's vehicle, but rather an unremarkable red Toyota. Shortly thereafter, Sophia Williams, a peer from his academic cohort, briskly walked past him, accompanied by a teacher. "I wish you the best of luck at your ballet audition," the instructor, Ms. Patel, exclaimed before departing to her classroom.
With an expression of gratitude, Sophia acknowledged the remark, and cast a discerning gaze upon Fin, as if to appraise him. It was an unusual behavior for Sophia, as she had never before exhibited such scrutiny towards Fin.
The girl possessed a defining trait of aloofness, which was accentuated by her radiant, flaxen tresses and whimsical unicorn backpack. As they traversed the corridors together, her gaze would evade him, as if he were intangible. With a peculiar and unexpected gesture, she made her way towards the Toyota, where her parents sat anxiously in the front seats.Could it be that she was headed towards the same destination as him? The Arcanum? If so, someone needed to caution her.Many individuals, particularly those from families with a history of magic, misguidedly believe that the Arcanum is a test of exceptionalism. However, as Fin's father had stated, "It's the children with no magical relatives you should pity most. They're the ones who think it's going to be like it is in the movies. It's nothing like the movies."At that precise instant, Fin's father abruptly arrived at the school's curbside, abruptly interrupting his son's line of sight with Sophia, as he brought the vehicle to a scr
"The ancient art of magic is passed down through bloodlines, my son," Fin's father spoke gravely. "Though not all members of a family possess it, it appears that you have been blessed, or cursed, with the gift. I apologize for this burden that has been placed upon you.""The fissure in the earth, you're saying that I caused it?" Fin struggled to contain his excitement and fear. "Is that what mages are capable of?""Mages harness the elemental forces of nature - earth, air, water, fire and even the void, which is the source of the most potent and dangerous magic. They can use magic for many purposes, including manipulating the earth as you have just demonstrated. However, at the onset of magical abilities, the power is raw and unbridled. It takes discipline and study to harness and control such power. Young mages often lack control and must learn to balance their abilities. Fin, you must resist the urge to use your magic and never reveal it to anyone. If you do, the powerful and secret
The mages stood before Fin, exuding an aura of power and authority. Though he had imagined them to be more eccentric in appearance, they were simply dressed in black tunics and pants, adorned with leather-and-metal cuffs on their wrists. Though their attire did not betray any extraordinary characteristics, Fin couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment. The tallest among them, a man with a hawkish nose and silver-streaked brown hair, stepped forward and addressed the assembled families in the bleachers with a commanding presence."Greetings esteemed aspirants and esteemed families of said aspirants, to the paramount occasion of your progeny's existence."Fin pondered the gravity of the situation as he whispered, "Are all of the applicants aware of the true purpose of their presence here? To secure a coveted spot in the prestigious institution of magical education?" His father shook his head, his voice tinged with cynicism as he replied, "The parents are blinded by their own desi
"Greetings, students," Master Orion proclaimed from the podium, her youthful appearance belying her authority as a seasoned educator. Her distinctive coiffure, sporting a pink streak amidst black tresses, elicited whispered admiration among the pupils. "Until the initiation of the examination, I implore you to maintain the sanctity of your books and desist from any perusal."Fin, embarrassed by his premature breach of protocol, promptly complied and cast a surreptitious glance around the classroom, realizing he was the sole offender. He resolved to keep his unconventional ways in check and avoid attracting undue attention."Let me commence by extending a warm welcome to the Arcanum and the inaugural examination," Master Orion continued, composing herself with a discreet cough. "With your guardians absent, I shall impart a more comprehensive insight into the proceedings of the day. While some of you may have received invitations to apply for specialties such as music, astronomy, mathem
The pen erupted with a profusion of azure pigment, cascading from its nadir in an uncontrolled deluge. Desperately, he attempted to stanch the flow, applying pressure with his digit to the apparent source of the leak. Yet, this proved futile as the ink was propelled with greater intensity, splattering indiscriminately and indiscriminately, and smearing against the posterior of the chair situated before him. The blonde youth, perceiving the impending assault of the inky tempest, took evasive action and swiftly ducked, evading the trajectory of the mess. To the onlookers' amazement, a quantity of ink surpassing the pen's apparent capacity was discharged in all directions, eliciting disapproving glares from the surrounding onlookers.Fin's pen clattered to the ground, abruptly halting its inky emission. The resulting mess was substantial - his hands and workspace, exam booklet, and hair were stained with the blue pigment. Despite his efforts to remove the ink from his digits, he only man
Frost, incensed by the derision directed towards him as he took the task at hand seriously, lunged toward the suspended rope ladder with fervor. However, as he progressed up the rungs, the ladder appeared to elongate, rendering his ascent increasingly arduous. Eventually, the challenge proved too much, causing him to topple to the ground, engulfed by the coils of rope and wooden steps.Finick viewed the situation with amusement."Very well done," praised Master Eldritch. "Who wishes to make an attempt next?""Allow me to try once more," Frost requested, a hint of resentment creeping into his voice. "I am now cognizant of the approach required.""There are many aspirants waiting eagerly for their turn," Master Eldritch noted, exhibiting a noticeable enjoyment."It's unjust. Once someone succeeds, all will know the solution, and I am being penalized for going first.""It seemed to me that you were eager to go first," Master Eldritch retorted. "However, if there is available time after e
The indomitable Master Eldritch strode forth with ire, leading the cohort down the corridor with purpose, away from the examination chamber. The pace of the procession was rapid, rendering it impossible for Finnick to keep pace. His injured limb throbbed with pain, and the scent of burning tires emanating from him was overpowering. He hobbled in their wake, ruminating if there was ever a failure of similar magnitude in the annals of Memora. He dared to dream that they may grant him a premature discharge, both for his own well-being and that of his peers."Are you faring well?" Lance queried, slowing his stride to fall in step with Finnick. His countenance was affable and benevolent, as if their fellow group members' avoidance of Finnick was a trifle."I'm perfectly fine," Finnick replied through gritted teeth."I am at a loss to explain your feat," Lance marvelled. "The expression on Master Eldritch's visage was akin to..." He attempted to imitate the visage, furrowing his brow, dilat
The contenders congregated in the foyer, arrayed before a formidable portal, awaiting their summoning. Frost conversed with Lance, directing his gaze towards Finnick, who appeared to be the focus of their discourse. Finnick heaved a dejected sigh, recognizing that this final examination would likely have minimal impact on his abysmal academic record. Regardless of the outcome, he would soon depart with his father, completing this trial.A mysterious mage, adorned with an intricate serpentine necklace, approached without introduction. Perusing a folio, she declared, "Finnick Black, Master Zoltar is eagerly anticipating your presence within."Fin pushed away from the wall and trailed the mage through the double doors into a vast, dim chamber. The floor was made of wood, and upon it sat a solitary magician next to a substantial wooden basin filled with water and a flickering flame that burned without any visible source. Fin froze, feeling a sudden unease at the nape of his neck as he rea