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Phasma Phase 4: In Which Training Begins in Earnest
Dorin and his new found friends begin the new school year, but ends up being late on their first day.
He is quickly put to the test with the fire mage Johan in their Magic Defence class as they join the Military department in a small turnament to test their skills.
Follow the adventures of these young mages as their everyday challenges get harder as the school year continues, bringing more action, mysterious missions, and enigmatic characters along the way.
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Monday morning and the sun is up, the birds are busy in the world outside, but it seems the tenants inside room SC01 of the Special Class Division still haven’t stirred. Finally, a door in the middle of the hall bursts opens, and out runs Sebastian in a rumpled uniform. Behind him trails a young girl looking flustered as she runs after her master. “Wake up!” Sebastian shouts, pounding on the opposite doors facing each other at the end of the hall. “We overslept!” The door to his left suddenly flew open. A wide eyed boy with a nest of brown hair rushed our and nearly collided with him. “What time is it?!” Dorin called to his roommate as he ran to the bathroom before Seb could reach it. Seb, unable to get to the toilet before Dorin, went back to pounding on Johan’s door instead. “Johan! You still alive in there?” he called. There was no answer. Seb checked the door, finding it locked. “Unlock.” he whispers to the door knob. A cli
Johan and the rest looked closer at the man in black. His long, wavy black hair was in a sleek ponytail that trailed to his thighs, while his black skin was as dark as the tunic he was wearing.“Ombra!” Dorin gasped in recognition.The two walked towards them, Ombra leading the way.“I have come for the young dragon!” he repeated. “You, Dragon Blood,” he addressed Johan, “where have you hidden him?!”Johan frowned at him. “Who the hell are you?” he answered back.Ombra stopped at his tracks. His yellow eyes glared menacingly at the fire mage. The rest of the faculty murmured in front of them.“Lord Ombra.” Damien went between him and the students. “Please settle down. You should at least introduce yourself to these people.”Ombra shifted his gaze to the professors on the dias and snorted. “If I should...” he mumbled.“Fellow ac
“I was told by a colleague that you were trained in guerrilla warfare.” the dean addressed Dorin.“Yes, sir.” replied Dorin. They were currently riding a military truck with an open top, on their way to the military division.“How about you?” he faced Johan. “Have you been trained to fight before?”“Nope.” Johan replied, then suddenly remembered his manners, “No, sir.”“How about street fights or brawls? Have you ever been through fights before.”“Well, yeah of course...” Johan mumbled, he was never good with dealing with men in uniform. “It’s quite common in the mines.”“For now we will be having a kind of tournament for the new recruits.” said the dean, “You will be divided into groups of 5 and will participate in an emblem smashing event. The purpose of this drill is for us to gauge your combat skills, and al
The tournament was held in the Military department, in a woody area with a hilly terrain. Dean Alcione led Dorin and the rest into a log cabin with a porch in front where several other military men were seated in deck chairs. There were already hundreds of students arranged in platoons in front of the cabin, most of whom where dressed in military garb.One of the seated men was Maj. Gen. Marcus Muller. He stood up in attention as soon as the group approached the cabin and smiled proudly at Dorin. A tall man with short platinum blond hair and a lot of medals on his chest approached them. “Welcome to the Military Division, Dean Alcione, thank you for this joint lesson and congratulations to the students that passed the Special Class Sphere.” he said with a tight serious face.“Thank you for having us, Gen. Benette.” Dean Alcione answered back. “Let me introduce to you, from the Magic Division, Dorin Silvius and Johan Ignacius from the Magic
“Oh, you’re a master class?” Mar asked Sgt. Matthew Owen with interest.“What’s that?” asked Johan.“That means he had finished all the classes under elemental weapons,” Lilith explained. “2nd Lt. Gunnar, likewise, is a Sword Master, Rapier Class.”“Great! Let’s go!” said Dorin who was beginning to loose patience.“Wait, aren’t you going to bring any weapons?!” Sgt. Matthew Owen asked him.“I got my sword.” answered Mar, touching the rapier on her left hip.“I’ve got my rifle.” said Lilith, tapping the bag on her shoulder.“I’ve got my fi-“ Johan tried to show off his fire but it died away. “I’ve got my...” it was again extinguished. “Dorin, stop stealing my wind.” Johan shouted at the wind mage“Don’t forget your seal, okay?” Dorin mumble
“Four at three o’clock!” shouted Lilith as she ducks low and aims her pistol to the right. “Got it!” Mar answered back. She raised her rapier straight in front of her and flashes forward, flicking her wrist as she did. The tip of her sword left a trail of burning light in the air and sent a spiral wave of fire towards their approaching enemies. As she moved forward for close combat, Lilith takes care of the others approaching them, never missing a target. [Grayson 60 points, Gunnar 80 points] “Did you see where the rest of our team have gone?” Mar asked her companion. “I think we left them by the pine forest...” Lilith replied. “Should we go back?” “No need. They are more capable of taking care of themselves.” said Mar, “Let’s just meet up later, what matters most is to attain as much points as possible.” Meanwhile, Dorin and Johan were no longer in the pine forest. They are currently making their way tow
Pieces of burned roots and vines scattered around the area as Dorin emerged from the burning pod. “Hey, you okay?” Johan asked him. “Fine.” he replied. “Need a bit of help, though.” He started burrowing the ground where he emerged from, using shovels made of air. “Something you left underneath?” Johan asked. “A woman,” he simply replied. “Let me do it...” Johan closed his eyes in concentration. The ground around them slowly began to rise and move out ward, soon, the body of an unconscious girl was unearthed from the hole. She may be dirty from the dust and grime, but still her beauty shone through. [Dennison out] said a mechanical voice around them. [Silvius out] it added. “Ehh?!?!” the two boys looked at Dorin’s token and was surprised to see it broken. “Did she do that?” Johan asked. “I guess so...” Dorin scratched his head. “I told you women are scary.” “So, how many points ar
Chapter 82 – Tournament Results “The points have been tallied.” said Gen. Benette as the students stood in attention in front of him. The able ones, at least, while more than half of the participants were sent to the infirmary to be treated.” Here are the two remaining squads and their points.” “Two? Did he say only two squads remained?” whispered Xander. “That means that only our group were left standing!” Dorin said with a big grin on his face. “Well, surely, we’re the winners, with two members left alive!” said Johan. “Don’t be so sure,” said Mar. “The points still need to be tallied in the end.” As I have said,” Gen. Benette continued, “A token is equivalent to 10 points. The last squad standing will be given 100 points each able member, plus 10 points per individual for every token they break. Keep in mind, though, that a dead member will be equivalent to a negative 30 points for each remaining members. Dying is less 50 points from any token points you gain, and a member ga
Thank you so much for reading thus far! Dorin and the rest of the gang will be back in Phasma Phase 5 :D . The faces in the dark have all been unmasked, and the secretive Erian aka Elazar Ravante the Silver Tongue has gone to gods know where. Dorin, on the other hand, is much too busy having fun in the university to bother about such things. After all, there's so much he wants to learrn, even when he gets stuck inside the walled city during summer while his friends go home to visit their families. But would he be stuck for good until he finally graduates? Join Dorin and his friends in their adventures, as the missing keys are found one after the other, leading to the road back to paradise in Phasma Phase 5. . Thank you all for reading Phasma! . This is where our book ends. Thank you for all the support you have shown me so far! . Farewell, `till we see again, this had been your author, Psynoid Al signing out :D I hope you will continue to support me by visiting my k
It is true that it is hard to believe the words of a person who have betrayed you. But someone was ready to believe everything about Elazar, even if he was so against ‘her’ when she was still Eirian.[How I wish I had a chance to talk to Elazar before he disappeared!] Sebastian wrote to Dorin when they got back to the dorms one day. [If I only knew he was my ancestor, I would have asked him hundreds of questions about being a silver tongue!]“Question is, would he have answered your questions truthfully?” Johan said after reading his slate. “
News of a terrorist that infiltrated the University spread the next day. The name of the people involved and details of the actual event were withheld from the public due to security reasons, but almost all students in school already knew that it was about Dorin and his friend.“Wait, what was the name of his friend again?” they asked each other. “The real pretty one who had a different hair and eye color each day?”“I think it was Ariel?”“No, wasn’t it Ellen?”
Blinding light surrounded Eirian, as well as thick smoke as the lightning found it’s target.“Did we get her?!” asked Johan who stood on top of a raised dais made of bedrock. He raised himself just in time to evade Dorin’s lightning. “I... I think so...” said Xander who was trying to see through the dust and smoke.“Wind!” Venet called, blowing the smoke and debris away. “How annoying.” They saw Eirian climbing out of a thick glass bauble. “Are you really that vehement to stay here, Dorin?” “That’s right Eirian, and it’s not like I could leave, anyway,” replied Dorin. “Didn’t mother tell you that I can’t leave without graduating first?”“Psh,” she snorted. “That would be easy. I could just tell the Dean to give you a diploma. Problem solved. No need to wait for years just for senile old men to decide if you’re good enough to pass.”“I don’t want that, Eirian. I want to learn.” “I can teach you everything they know, and more.” “Yet you would only show me what you want me to see.”
“Fools! Do you honestly think that you could put one ever me?!” Eirian said with a haughty laugh. “On me, who have lived all these years without being commanded or controlled by any other being?! I have waited millennia just for this chance to come, and now that it’s here, do you really think I would just let insects like you foil my plans?” ‘What does she mean by that?’ thought Benette who held Dagon tightly in his arms. ‘Just who is she? And how old is she supposed to be?’“E-Eirian... you promised!” Dorin said as he crouched on the ground, trying to push himself
Johan gasped when Dagon fell unconscious in his arms, the remainder of a half eaten chocolate bar, falling to the ground. “What did you do to-” “Stop.” The force of command in Eirian’s voice made everyone’s body quiver. No one moved. No one could even breath. “You think a mere dragon child would be enough to stop me?” Eirian said with amused laughter. “Now listen to me,” she said, only then did the people around her take a gasp of breath. “No one tells me what to do. I give all the commands here, and you will simply o-” She was surprised when Johan suddenly struck his hand out towards her. She tried to jump back, but wasn’t quick enough. The fire mage quickly grabbed her mouth and covered it with a rough, calloused hand. “Got you, you bitch,” he snarled with Dagon dangling on his left arm, still sleeping. “You think your tricks can work on me? I’m used to dealing with double crossing bastards like you, and I’ve got experience!” He looked back as someone touched his shoul
Benette concentrated on the quivering body in front of him. He knew that as long as there was still warmth, as long as there was a spark of life in the cells within a body, that he could spread that life to create something new. When he was younger, he didn’t know how to heal, he simply knew that a living thing should live, and so wished it. It was so simple and obvious that he just knew that is should be. Just like how the lungs keep on breathing and the stomach digesting and the heart beating. Now that he is older and more knowledgeable of the parts and functions of a living organism
The first time Patrice Francoise Benette used his healing powers was when he was four years old.Coming from a strict, military family, his parents both demanded absolute obedience to rules and utmost respect to the highest authority, which was his father. As soon as he learned to talk, he was taught to call the Benette patriarch ‘Sir’, and told to act accordingly in a disciplined manner. Toys were limited to practical educational materials.
Chapter 112- I Admit Defeat ‘Is that the best you can do?’ Mordecai’s voice taunted Dorin in his mind. ‘I’ve already seen all your attacks, may it be wind, water, fire, earth, and lightning. So what else can you do?’ Dorin didn’t answer. He tried his best to chase and hit the medic, but none of his attacks can seem to touch him. He wanted to release everything, drown in the power of his lightning as before... ‘As before?’ His opponent was a powerful mage from the capital, He didn’t need to worry about holding back or a possible overkill. He can just have some fun again. ‘Again?’ He looked up at the sky and called to the darkness, calling pillars of thunder down upon Mordecai. Still, the attacks didn’t work. ‘Still not good enough.’ Mordecai laughed inside his head. ‘Useless. Should I proclaim myself as the winner now?’ Dorin’s eyes shone golden. He no longer cared what happened before or here after. ‘Not yet.’ he entered Mordecai’s mind. And he had a feeling as well that