Mystic Militia
“The Conservatory was visible in the distance, a graceful haven against the purple-tinted sky. With massive columns and wraparound galleries, the Conservatory was the primary training facility and planetary headquarters of the Ontarian Mystics. Each Mystic spent at least twenty-five solar cycles here, perfecting their skills before venturing out into the world. Lor had completed his training, under the watchful eye of Head Master Tal, and now Lor called the Conservatory home.
He turned from the window with a sigh and meandered across the sunny vestibule. He’d only been waiting a few minutes. Why was he so restless? Being summoned was nothing unusual. Being summoned to the visitor center, however, only happened when the person requiring his presence was not a Mystic. His visitor was likely his father or another annoying relative. That must be why he was so agitated. The House of Joon was filled with charlatans and unscrupulous autocrats. He had no desire to see any of them.
“They’re rea...dy for you now, Master Joon.”MoreLess
He turned from the window with a sigh and meandered across the sunny vestibule. He’d only been waiting a few minutes. Why was he so restless? Being summoned was nothing unusual. Being summoned to the visitor center, however, only happened when the person requiring his presence was not a Mystic. His visitor was likely his father or another annoying relative. That must be why he was so agitated. The House of Joon was filled with charlatans and unscrupulous autocrats. He had no desire to see any of them.
“They’re rea...dy for you now, Master Joon.”MoreLess
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