Magi Chapter 1

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27th of November 2211

You know, if the Shadow’s make the Magi network any easier to gain level five access I don’t know why anyone will bother becoming a master magician. I keep all my personal files here now, right under their stuck up noses with no one the wiser, lets just say I have a good friend who is a very talented Tech Mage. I reason I am currently writing my thoughts straight onto a program file is simple, I am at my core a very lazy person and am thinking the words onto the screen, hehe, and they say talking to yourself is the first sign of madness, what do they know, or anyone for that fact. Despite bad mouthing and generally making a nuisance of myself to the Shadows, now called the Magi Guild, which is my most interesting and enjoyable talent that is not why I have decided to waste several hours of my time to place my thoughts onto paper, I mean hard drive. No, I am doing this because I promised, find a away to get the truth out, why couldn’t I have got an easier job like I don’t know, recreate all the cities destroyed after the cull and the nuclear war that followed, pfft. So now I am a to tell the truth and they don’t just want any truth like the world is round, no they wont the truth of the Story of the Magi, from the beginning or at least my beginning, you know what I think is true they just really want me to right my autobiography to fill my blank hours, please like I have any. So that’s what I am going to do, I am going to give the truth at I lived it, as I saw it happen and if people don’t like it then fuck off. Why does swearing always make me feel better? Now all I need is the place to start, hmmm, well guys first of all I guess you want to know whose thoughts your actually reading, I would put in a photograph but the less people who know my face the safer I and my troops are against the shadows, in case you haven’t worked it out I don’t play well with others, especially when those others haven’t got a moral bone in there collective bodies. I know that a lot of people are going to pass this off as a magnificent tale, a story spun to make the shadows and the government look bad, if you think that then close the document and bugger off. Everything I tell you will be true, the way I saw it, I know you can only see my side of the story if you want the shadows side look around the room were you sit and you’ll see it.
So unlike many stories that begin after way through a life or years before they are born mine starts the day I was born, from the very moment my parents found out I was on my way everything shifted slightly, would the world be different if I never had been born the answer, hell yes. Unlike many great powers or brilliant people my coming was never foretold. Seers didn’t scream out from there chairs, prophets didn’t scribble down notes for there carer’s that I was coming, there where no unusual hurricanes or earthquakes, and despite rumour no the horsemen of the apocalypse were not present at my birth. My face remained unseen, my power unknown to everyone except me, un life unknown and unseen. No one could know on March fourth 1998 the fighter, the bringer of life and death, the changer and the chosen would be brought into a world that needed her, everything about me was unexpected. There has only ever been one prophecy given about the Chosen One, given by an old friend, it echoed through the halls of What use to be the halls of Learning for those of our kind I was into my second century at the time at first no had any idea who it could be, slowly though peoples minds changed and clicked over and it seems now that I am the only one who still believes that there is a chance that I am not the chosen. It’s quiet poetic really, I might even put a copy of in down, in fact I will, just don’t hold your breath thinking that it’s me, I don’t me I keep looking for someone better suited.
A child sworn, with her heart torn, with power to hate and power to love, she shall be brought forwards. None will know her, for silently she stalks her prey, bring forth the true way. Fear with mark her passing, loathing with mark her enemies, none but he will see her.
So watch for girl who flies with angels wings on the devils errand, see the girl who leads the fair of face, the tall of stature, the cunning of nature, she will guide the dreams.
For though her path is marked, her life is set her pain marked, her people chosen, she was made to come for one purpose to heal.
Now ain’t that just the prettiest thing you ever heard, me personally am over it, I mean who truly talk like that or would believe that of me?, I must admit though when I first heard it my ears pricked with interest and it gave me hope that soon I might be able to hand over the reins to someone better suite to the job, fat chance now. Me I try to ignore what people say, I just keep on doing what I have been doing and keep looking for the child to save us all.
Were was I, yes so I was born in 1998, for all you smart arses out there, there is no point trying to work out how old I am, I know and most people don’t believe me, well tough for them. I was born in Australia, yes I know what your going to say now, most of Australia now is a wasteland, I will make it worse by saying that I was born in Adelaide, the only people who live there now are hearty hermits and the occasional Magi who know enough about me to know were I come from, I could give you the exact address, still even after all this time I remember, but the house, that street hell the entire suburb is now 15 foot under water and populated with great white sharks. There was nothing really special about me or my family, I had two brothers and a sister and a mum and a dad, my parents both worked and I went to a normal school, we weren’t rich by any means but I always thought we where happy and had enough of everything to stay that way.
Let me deviate again to bad mouth the Magi some more. When I was born there was no such thing as the magi, we didn’t really have a name as a group that we called ourselves, the government use to call us the magical brethren. We where usually just called by what our powers made us, no it was a clerk in the Head of the UN’s office one, Leona Francis, who got up close and cuddly with a Shadow and decided to name us the Magi, I asked her about it once she said it made us sound strong, mysterious and powerful, hell I don’t think we need a pretty name for that, just take a look at us and you get that. Back when I was a normal homo spien kid, I would also like to you note that I don’t like the fact that we now have been brand with our own species, I thought witches and vampires were the interesting parts of stories not a bunch of people who worked for our government. That’s what we did in my time, some of us still do it now, we trained till we were 18 then we got jobs in government or teaching usually, 1 in 10 of us branched out though we could become anything from Mercenaries to Shadows, I changed that statistic, just a little. I also should say about the government job thing that it was for the official school, the shadows who captured kids were very different, if 1 in ten of them escaped to be what they wanted to be it must have been a slow year.
Back to the story, I was discovered if you like to call it that, when I was 8. I need to explain our schooling system a little here before I go on. At the College formally called the Educational Institute for Magical Related Training, we just said we went to MRT. You may think its young to start what most would consider a high school education at age 8 but it isn’t. because a lot of the students where Were animals or Vampires some of them had no primary school education, others gifts were so harsh – see Empath -  that they could not function properly at a normal school. Most where taken from there home if there parents didn’t know about magic or had other children with no magical talent and brought to MRT, no one under the age of seven was ever brought no matter what. The year you turned ten was the year that you started a more formalized education, so I turned ten in 2008 so was considered a seconder from the start of 2008, the first few years till we moved up a year were more about getting basics done, like reading, writing, mathematics, SOSE, Geography, basic control of power and Basic languages. They piled on all the work you need to do by the time you became a seconder and you had to get it done, it was kind of like having six 1 hour study periods in a day with a teacher to watch over you to help if needed otherwise it was done at your own pace. After that is became more regimented and a lot more difficult, one of my class mates – see Wade – didn’t arrive at the school till three weeks before the school break before we became seconder’s that holidays he worked his butt off and completed the work and moved up with us there have been a few though over the years who haven’t been able to do and have been forced to stay back a year, most of them catch up within a term and join the class though.
I was Born with the Name Mary-Anna Adrina Lovicki, I know terrible ain’t. now one remembers that name or even that person anymore, she’s faded from all memory, sometimes I even wonder if Mary-Anna actually existed or if she was just a figment of my imagination. Sometimes though I feel her, when my heart jumps at a memory or when I feel the wind blow over my face I remember this little girl with all the chance for mischief and love alike. I Know that she existed, but the Day I was discovered was the day that I had to start locking her safely behind walls were no one but I could know of, some days I pity that poor little girl, the little girl who had to grow up to quickly was plunged deep into a world not her own a little girl that had to become me to survive. Sometime though I let her out of her safe place, let her face the pain of my life let her know and myself why I keeping doing what I have to do. Most of the time though I let her out to show her the small joys and happiness’s in my life, to remind her that yes she did exist and she was beautiful and prefect, then before she sees to much or feels to much I lock her back away safe inside me were no one can hurt her or get to her, only one person knows of her, Dr…
Asha were are you? We need you in the conference room!
Yeah, yeah I am on my way, just give me a second. Well its good to know that this system picks up all mind thoughts, I have to be pressing on some other emergency to see to, maybe the north Atlantic has started producing fish or something. Sorry bad joke, Ciao for now.