Primal Conjurer: A Progression Fantasy by Danny Rogan

Author:Danny Rogan [Rogan, Danny]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Royal Guard Publishing LLC
Published: 2024-03-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter

Fourteen

After Ryn left Mistress Aurienda’s office, he half expected to find a Primal Guard waiting to escort him to the academy’s cells. While the idea of spending the next three days in a cell wasn’t great, the alternative... being expelled, and then spending the next ten years in a cell at a much colder place... was far worse. Mistress Aurienda had protected him once again.

Some day, he would need to find some way to repay Aurienda for all the guidance and help she’d provided since he came to this academy. That could wait until he graduated. For now, he would reassure her she could trust him by reporting for detention.

But given he’d be stuck in a cell for three days, he decided to stop by the academy’s library and get some reading material first.

Ryn walked down the hallway, then the stairs, but didn’t go back into the training yard. Instead, he wound his way through the bowels of the academy until he reached the expansive library on the lower floors. He hoped the guards at the cells wouldn’t take his books away.

There were a number of tomes here on all sorts of topics of interest to mages like himself... tomes with diagrams of spell forms, ruminations on the Firmament, histories of wars between nation-states and a number of accounts from the devil war... but Ryn had read all of those and more. Not all the books, but enough he felt well-versed on the topic. When he entered the library, Mentor Bailan, an older man with gray hair and a thin build, looked up and smiled.

Once he saw it was only Ryn, he frowned, sighed, and went back to copying the tome he was working on reproducing. Ryn couldn’t help but grin a little at the man’s resignation. He approached the desk and rested his arms on it, leaning forward as much as he dared.

“Afternoon, Mentor.”

“Xaven.”

Mentor Bailan used to be more friendly, but he’d grown brusque and formal over the years as Ryn repeatedly forgot to return the tomes he checked out. It wasn’t like he intended to have so many overdue books! He just had a lot to do. A primal conjurer remained busy.

“I’m looking for a few books to keep me busy over the next few days.”

Bailan said nothing.

“Do you have anything new in? Any romances? The spicier the better.”

Bailan didn’t look up from his tome. “Nothing new in that area, I’m afraid.”

Ryn was momentarily disappointed, but he knew he shouldn’t have been. Over the last three months, he and Saphi had checked out every romance in the library, or at least it felt like that. There were, after all, quite a few situations they wanted to replicate.

Ryn wasn’t interested in any books on spell forms, and he already knew the ones he intended to practice... heal, and stop... well enough he didn’t need a book on them. He also wasn’t interested in another boring history or some pompous windbag’s opinions on the leanings of the republic's three different political parties.

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