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Scrolls of the Geomancer

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Chapter 3

Sovos had a mission. While he was traveling, he would repair and maintain the roads that he walked. The roads were essential for all who lived in this land. Maps were next to useless, unless the cartographer had done exhaustive research into where everything actually is. Most of the maps led off into nowhere and were drawn up by desperate people. Too many were desperate these days.

This is why Sovos had appointed himself to this task, he wished to do something for complete strangers, because it was the right thing to do given the circumstances. As he went he filled, leveled and graded the road he walked using his scrolls, making it better for the next person or animal to use. After all, he had the means and the desire, and Dynas wouldn’t even recognize the problem for another decade.

Days went by in this manner, he only met a few people, those he did meet, rarely spoke. They had a look of fatigue and bone-deep weariness about them. This wasn’t surprising, the previous winter had been long and hard, spring had been too wet, and summer, bone dry. This fact was ignored by Dynas, they still expected a full tax from all cities and towns, most couldn’t even pay a fifth of what they normally would. Those who did pay a full tax wouldn’t have enough to plant or buy enough to survive another year. Either option was a dead end, those who didn’t pay, or underpaid, were arrested for tax evasion. Prisons across the land were filled, there was no greater crime than cheating the capitol out of it’s precious taxes.

‘It’s a sad state we live in’ he thought. He had tried to use his powers to help where he could, but people were very cautious and even fearful of spell casters of all kinds.

Sovos had been lost on this thought for so long, that he wasn’t paying attention to his feet anymore. He walked head-long into another traveler. *WHAM* they both fell to the ground. “Well, that hurt” said the boy. “apparently we need to both watch were we are going.”

“Sorry about that” Sovos apologized “I was really lost in a thought for a minute there” He stood and offered his hand to the boy. The boy took it and hopped to his feet.

He looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old, with green eyes and black hair. “It’s just as much my fault, I had an eye on the sky for my hawk.” he said

“So, that makes you either a lost falconer or a Biomancer” Sovos deduced. “I suspect the latter however”. The boy looked scared for a moment, then he grinned and said proudly “Indeed, I am. My hawk Sig and I have been traveling from Fris for a few weeks now”.

“You would do well to guard yourself better, you know as well as I do that all spell casters are not exactly popular at the moment, if I were working for the Royals, I could arrest you and take you to Dynas for processing.” Sovos warned

“Even if you did work for the royals,” the boy countered “You couldn’t arrest me”

“Oh, really?”

“Yep, because I have this.”

He pulled out a neatly folded piece of parchment from his pocket. “This is my acceptance letter to the Royal Academy of Magic!”

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