Chapter 1: Level Zero
Have You ever Read “Count Zero” by William Gibson. Well, that is me.
Just a 12 year old boy, about to turn 13.
Without any real magic, without a teacher or without any visible magic skill.
Small of height, black hair, and with a touch of Asian descent.
In case You have not read it.
It is not a Count, like Lord or King, But counting to a number like One – Two - Three.
The Zero referring here to my power, or magic, or lack of.
My father was a powerful wizard.
He died hips deep, in a sewer in a small city in the French country side.
I was two years old, and now I have no mentor to train me.
Of course the official story is “Killed in a car crash.”, and that he was a semi-good magician.
Not spell and Wizard, but card tricks, kids birthdays and balloon animals
If You are (Nearly) pure blood, they have schools, that teach You magic, but I am only one-eight Elvish.
In my world, You learn from Your father, or from the apprentice system.
If You have some skills, or money, You can get another wizard to teacher You.
My mother is non-magic, but she loves martial arts.
She would use her Elfish Fighting skill, and with my fathers magic, they were a powerful Fighting team.
Then I was born, and my mum could no longer travel with him.
Some times I think that, that was why he died.
If I was never born, my father might still be alive.
My mother does teach me martial art, and I used it, today.
I gave a bully a bloody nose, because he was grabbing my friend Izabella's ass.
And now, Izabella and I, share detention.
She is the one with magic, being a quarter Dark-elf, and she is trying to teach me some.
She is a little tall than me, and has long black hair.
When she is not shape shifted, she has the classic pointed elvish ears, and dark skin, but she uses a spell to hide them.
She taught me a Light spell, to make a little light.
A simple light spell, that I can make last around seven seconds.
And right now I can cast it twice a day.
I do have a magic alter, and using that, the spell last nine seconds.
When normal magic kids around six years old, can make it last for more than sixty seconds, I can make it last for only seven seconds.
Well that is what happens, when You have no teacher, and nobody to help you.
My fathers family stopped visiting, after they found I had no magic.
Now let me paint my world:
I go to a good school “Spring Hill School”.
I am twelve years old and in sixth grade.
The city is called “KerkenRingen”.
Kerken means Church in old Norse.
Ring means the ring of mineshaft, that dotted around the area.
Not a year (or month) goes by, without a kid getting stuck in a cave, or an adults falls down a Mineshaft.
I do good in music and language.
Average in sport, math and writing.
Poor in science and computer.
I love computer games, but my mother has a no computer game policy.
At home I can only use the computer for School work
And our connection is slower, than a turtle on its back.
I sometimes goes to the local library.
They have a computer, that I can play a little on...
But I have found watching others gamers, playing games, a little more fun.
They are also a lot better.
Of course like any kids that has lost a parent, I also spend a lot of time looking up stuff on my dad.
I have three places, where I can search.
A little local library, the major library close to the city hall, and at Izabella's home.
She is my side kick, or maybe I am hers.?
Her mother, Fay, knows a lot of magic, and is a powerful healer, and has a job as an old doctors assistance.
Fay is Half Dark Elf, but uses her skills for good.
Lots of people goes into the doctor's waiting room, and never goes into the doctor's office.
Sometimes they feel better after a couple of minutes in the waiting room.
Sometimes they want to try a new food recipe, that they never tried before, after Fay gave them the 'right' magazine.
All are cured, after being in the doctor's waiting room.
Fay is half Dark-elf's, and also uses a spell to hide her Elfish features.
When she get mad at Izabella, the shape of her ears change, back in their normal Elvish shape.
Izabella say: “When my mother's ears change, then You know something is wrong.”
My biggest problem in finding out about my dad, is that the two library keep deleting my search history.
And Izabella's internet is also slow, because her mother has a strong protection ward, around their house.
From time to time, I get a real piece of information, but before I can get it printed the library has to close, or the printer is broken, or even once I had the computer burn down...
Evil Magic, bad luck or something else.
We spend the detention writing magic script in Latin.
The teacher buys Izabella story, about taking Latin class.
The only other in detention is the guy with a bloody nose.
He name is Erich.
I made him for a bully, but he lost a dare, and had to touch a girls ass, to win.
Erich is about a year old than me, and is taller, and has more muscles.
Son of a soldier, and he sometimes trains and fights with them.
Erich is actually a bright one.
His father is still in the military, and is station close by, and now the kid has to spend two to three years in this school.
Erich know the drill, being the third time he has to start in a new school.
His mother side is rich, but she divorced his dad, when his dad choose the military over her families business.
She is some sort of priestess, in their locale church.
His dad won the kid in the divorce, and now Erich has to travel with his dad.
Erich knows four languages.
His mum speaks French, his father is American, and his father has been station in Japan and Israel.
Izabella also knows four written languages. English, Sanskrit, Latin and Dark-elfish.
I know English, a some Elfish, and very little Latin.
Latin is the “new” language of magic.
Spells are written in Latin, Greek, or Sanskrit.
You can use English.
The reason You use an old language is to protect the magic, from being used by non-Mage user or newbies, like me.
I know the Latin words for Minor, Light and Spell.
From the only spell I can cast.
Izabella tries to teach me how to write Latin words.
Erich tries to follow, and after a couple of minutes, Izabella lets him try his hand.
He is 'of course' better than me, because the time he was in Japan, he learn to do Calligraphy.
Two years later, In Israel he was into writing Hebrew.
He does have a nice hand writing.
He tell us, he makes pocket money, from writing peoples name in Hebrew and with Calligraphy.
Yes, his mother side is rich, but his dad is a poor army man, so Erich has to work to make some pocket money.
He writes my name in calligraphy and Hebrew, and they do look cool, nearly flowing.
When he write Izabella's name, on the same paper the writing changes colour.
Red, Yellow and Green.
Not the black colour the ink was, when he wrote my name.
Just my lucky, Erich is also a magic user.?!?
Izabella and I look at each other, for a second.
And then we look at Erich, who act like nothing new has happened.
I ask him: “How did You changed the colour of the writing.?”
He gets a little nervous and says: “The colour of the writing.?
Then pen is just running a little bit low, so that is why the colour is a little litter.”
Izabella is a little excited: “Can't You see that the colour is changing.?”
Erich start to get mad: “Are You making fun of me, because I am colour blind.?”
Izabella and I look into each others eyes for a second.
He can't see the magic, that he has made.
Izabella tries to calm him down:
“The colour of what You wrote, just change into Red, Yellow and Green.”
I am perplexed: “Have You ever had the colour of your writing change colour before.?”
Erich looks angry at me: “I can only see black, white and greys scale.
How should I know, if the colour change.?”
Izabella ask him: “What where You think when You wrote our names.?”
Erich says: “When I wrote Your name, I was still a little angry over the punch to my nose.”
His dad had taught him close quarter combat, which is military for martial arts.
And his dad will be mad at him, for getting into a fighter on the first week of a new school.
But properly most angry, that he got tricked into a fight.
Erich smiles a little shy and says: “But when I wrote your name.
I thought I might just had found some one, who was worth being friends with.
Until You made fun of my writing.”
Izabella look at me... and after a long pause says:
“You don't know about magic.?”
Erich sounds confused: “Of Course.
I have completed Skyrim, and I am starting on Oblivion.
But I am a sword fighter and a tank in those games.
Leave the wand waving to the girls and homos.”
This time it is Izabella's and my turn to look bewildered.
I say: “What is Skyrim, and Oblivion.?”
Erich gets excited: “It is an RPG.? Role playing Games.? NO.?!?
Okay, You start as a level zero character.
You choose if You want to be a fighter, mage or thief.
Then You have to fight your way through at lot of enemies to save the day.?”
I start to understand: “Oh, a computer game, where You can be a fighter, mage or a thief.?”
Erich get more animated:
“Yes, and I always choose the fighter, because my dad is a soldier.
And I want to be one, when I grow up.”
He makes some fighting stabs with the pen.
We get Erich to write some other things, on a new piece of paper, but they don't change colour.
The detention ends, and we wave goodbye to Erich.
As we walk to the place, where I take my bus, I ask Izabella:
“Do You know anything about magic, that changes colours.?”
She says: “Maybe it is an illusion or an Alternation spells.?”
My bus comes, and I walk into it.
She says: “I Will ask my mother, and maybe even look it up online.”