This particular story was written to jumpstart a storyline. The setting is a city that is divided
between those who follow technology and those who follow magic. There are rumors of a third sect,
one that follow both, but it is but a rumor for the techs and the mages cannot stand one another.
Then again - perhaps it is more than rumor?
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Night comes to the city of Sylrina as it always does - with a soft glow as the streetlights are lit and the stars - distant and faint as they seem from the city proper - come out. People emerge fromt heir jobs and their homes, moving about their business. Even more so this evening than other evenings - it is a Friday and many of the city dwellers are out and headed for a good time. Some will merely watch a movie - it is heard that one of the new US flicks has been smuggled in ahead of schedule. Others may go out to a club - for there are many within the city walls. Still others may head over to a bar for a pint and some relaxation. After the week that has just passed, recreation and relaxation is definitely needed by all.
Even the guilds are letting loose their students and members this night. The doors to each building are flung open upon the very moment the last rays of the sun vanish beyond the horizon. As if right on cue - the doors to each building - that of the Mages Guild and of the Tech Guild - are opened, students streaming out in opposite directions. It's as if the people emerging from these buildings do not want to even walk near one another. It is like two waves pushing away from one another - the multi-colored robes of the Mages Guild sweeping left with nary a sound among them and the dark coats and leather jackets and heavy boots of the Tech Guild sweeping right with chatter and music from small radios and players. Not only do they differ in mentality, but apparently in everything else - save the fact that neither likes the other and refuses to speak to a member of the other.
Focusing upon the silent Mages as they move away from the Guild building, one cna see that all are well groomed and neat. The males all bear short hair, cropped close about the head. The females wear their hair coiled tightly to the head. All save one. Focusing upon this female, one notes that she is rather petite and dressed in the dark blue robes of a student but one of great potential. She walks as silently as the others, but her hair - bright as a candle flame - refuses to be as confined as the others. It is coiled about her head in braids, but unlike the others, there are strands that have fallen out, framing her pale, delicate features. A silver chain peeks out of her robe, the pendant still hidden. She trails behind the group, moving slower than they do, looking tired and worn.
"Kylrin, you alright?" This voice is soft, low - one of the male students, slowing to walk beside her. Tall, at least six feet in height, his hair is a dark raven, his eyes bright green. He smiles at her, perhaps a bit more warmth in them than one might expect from a solititous friend. He wears a dark red robe - of one nearing the end of training.
"I am just fine, Jerad. Just - tired after today's fire summoning lesson. We summoned a lot . . . . " Kylrin looks up at him, offering him a gentle smile, tucking one of the stray strands of her fire-red hair behind an ear. Jerad nods, one hand resting on her shoulder for a moment.
"Jerad! Check this out! There's some tech morons on the corner!" This comes from a tall kid still in the early stages of training - evidenced by the green robe. Jerad looks at Kylrin, sees her smile, and nods to her. He nearly bounds down the street to see - in fact, the entire crowd of students moves quickly to inspect this. As this was the last group to leave the building and Kylrin does not move with them to see, she is soon left alone as she walks. She sighs gently.
"I - what - " The rest ofher exclamation is quickly cut off. What would cause such? As she had passed the alley closest to the corner where the students crowded, she had been grabbed from behind, an arm about her waist, tugging her into the shadows of the alley, a hand sliding over her mouth. She turns angry brown eyes upon her assailant, the air about her crackling.
"Shhhhh, it's only me . . . . " This quiet, nearly inaudible voice belongs to a young man dressed in the attire of a tech - leather trenchcoat, jeans, boots, and a long-sleeved t-shirt. A chain winks in the low light, revealing the pendant he wears. He grins down at her as he removes his hand from her lips, eyes sparkling with energy and with affection.
"Jesus, Tay, are you trying to get me lynched?" Kylrin looks up at him - affection in her gaze, but also fear. Her compatriots are not far. She would be in deep trouble if she were found tucked so close to one of the techs. However, she accepts the situation at hand and smiles at him, inching closer - were it possible as he bears her into the wall, nearly hiding her much smaller frame with his, that trenchcoat of his swirled about them both.
"No, I'm trying to see you, that's what I'm trying to do. Don't worry about those - your crew." It's obvious he changed his wording for her. "The 'tech morons' are ours - " He grins at her, feathering a kiss to her lips briefly. "They'll keep your crew busy a while." And then he silences any and all other objections she may have with a kiss - soft as melted butter, with a passion known only to the young and in love.
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