21 July 2012
Chapter one: Death Post. The moon, silvery and full, shone onto the remote English town of Penbrook. The residents were courting around the square, laughing, talking to lifelong friends, and casually strolling. They had not a dilemma or drama in their easy, uncomplicated lives. Most teenagers would trade this in a heartbeat.
One teenager in particular was exceptionally distressed. He was a young man by the name of Oliver Print. And he was running as fast as he could...
" sorry, Mam! I'm very late today! Please, move!" He breathed, his lungs empty and his heart hammering against his chest. He was very late, and on the first day at the Penbrook Post! He was a writer, and he couldn't afford to be late.
He tore through a market sign, skidded to a halt, and snapped his fingers. The chunks rose into the air and repaired themselves seamlessly. He was Magician, and he was skilled at Repairments. He apologized to the infuriated shopkeep, then ran off again.
Even though he was a Magician, he wasn't supposed to use magic out on the streets. He, as people would say, was a bit of a clumsy. Oliver would drastically screw up even the simplest of Spells, and was categorized as a Danger to Society. And, thusly, In Jeopardy. He was skilled in some areas, but not recommended ones:
Dark Magic was forbidden, as was Fire. He was devastated to realize he would never achieve his dreams:
1. To become a MasterMage 2. Apply and go to the Academy of Magic in the next year, and impress his Father. He finally reached Penbrook Post, and opened the door to a scene that would scar him for life: his boss was lying on the floor, obviously dead.
Oliver Print: The Black Library • Opuss № I