5 Mana and Bloodlines (1/2)

As I looked around the coach, I noticed that I was not alone. There was a man sitting in the seat the furthest away from me. He was wearing what looked like a scholar's robe but it was a bit different, it had a crest on it. The same crest as what was on the coaches we were currently travling with. As I was closer to it now, I could see what it was easier. It looked like a tower in the clouds. An odd crest to have for a noble house I thought to myself. The man's robes were in a sky blue colour and they looked like they were made of silk. Seeing that, I thought to myself. 'He should have a rich background.'

Sensing my gaze he looked at me quizzically. I just gave him a light smile and decided that looking out of the window was better. All that was passing were fields which were dwarfed by the mountains that were surrounding them all on their sides. Thinking back to the geography lessons my father taught me I worked out that the city must be nearer to the duchy capital which was a few leagues away from the border with the wasteland.

The man on the other end of the coach seemed to get more bored as the journey was going on. He kept on looking at me and opening his mouth to speak then deciding not to and stopping. After another few minutes he got up and sat down next to me. Then at long last he tried to speak, ”So where are you travelling to?”

In a slightly annoyed tone due to how impolite he was I said, ”I am Adoh it is nice to meet you. What is your name? I'm travelling to the nearby city.” I then turned back and carried on looking out the window.

Looking terrible at how he had seemingly offended me so easily he apologised. ”I am a mage apprentice heading to the mage tower in the capital. I plan on joining another cavern to get there. That is what this symbol represents. If I was a full fledged mage I would be in our coaches not this one.” Then he stopped, I was waiting for a minute for him to carry on. Once realising that he wasn't I looked away again.

Feeling slightly nervous after knowing he was a mage, ”So ummm, mister mage what is your esteemed name?” He looked at me like I was an idiot.

”Why are you being so polite for, you are descended from one of the great clans of the old imperium aren't you?”

I almost laughed out loud, ”Me descended from one of the great Dragon Lord clans, that's the best joke I have heard yet.”

The mage, muttering to himself. ”But those eyes.” Looking at me, ”Did you not know then that golden eyes mean that you are descended from one of the great clans, the great clans who were descendants of the True Dragons. You have one of the five of the strongest draconic bloodlines ever blessed on us without knowing. It is kind of funny isn't it?” I looked at him speechless, all I could think was that meant my mother was a great clan descendant. These were the Great clans! The clans which dominated the old empire producing Emperors, the best generals, heroes and not to mention Dragon Lords.

I was still looking bewildered as he carried on. ”Seeing as you don't know about that you must not know how to use mana. That's such a shame for someone with a bloodline like yours. We have a while, I guess I could teach you a little, at least how to sense it. So what do you know about mana?”

Looking embarrassed after all I was taught how to write, not how to use magic.”Well, the thing is I don't really know anything, umm... What was your name again?”