Chapter 8: Gods Breath of Growth (2/2)
If he hadn't found that Hope was an artifact and became a champion, then he would have forever been called the weakest magician and ridiculed for life.
”I named you Hope because you're my hope for a better life.”
A few moments later, he began packing his stuff as the agent from the magician association will soon arrive to take him to the academy. As he was throwing his stuff into a backpack, a voice suddenly sounded in his room.
Ding, Dong.
He looked at the source of the familiar voice, only to see his communication device vibrating at the corner of his bed. He picked the device shaped like a smartphone from his bed and saw that the guardian assigned to him by the magic association after the death of his parents was calling him.
He tapped on the green icon to answer his call. Immediately after, a holographic screen displaying Agent Charles flying across clouds opened in front of him.
”Hello, Charles. Good to see you're doing fine,” Elliot said in an amiable voice. Of course, he was happy to see him. After all, after the death of his parents, the only person that treated him like a human was Charles.
”Good to see you too, Elli,” Charles replied with a smile on his face.
”You called for?” Elliot said those words while blinking his eyes one time.
”Ah, I will arrive at your place soon. Come downstairs in a few minutes.”
”Alright,” Elliot replied, ending the call.
Charles was a young man of average height, wearing a uniform meant for Agents of the Magician Association. There was a nameplate with his name on it above his chest pockets, and two medals were sticking out of it.
A few minutes later, Elliot went out of his room and down the stairs with a big bag on his back.
In the parking area of the building, Charles was already waiting for him.
”What's with the hair change?” he asked as he pointed at Elliot's head full of dark brown hair.
”Just a personal preference.” Elliot lied through his teeth.
”Well, it does looks good on you,” Charles said, finding a dark brown hair Elliot more pleasant to the eyes than a white-haired one.
”Geez, thanks,” Elliot said as he walked up to him.
”What do you think about it?” Charles asked while knocking on the front of his newly purchased aircraft.
It was a small aircraft meant for four people with a narrow front and back and two wide circular seats in the middle. Charles has purchased this aircraft a few days ago. It was the latest version of transportation devices available to both the public and the magicians.
”It seems like a good ride.”
Elliot has never ridden anything like it even once in his entire life, and he wondered if he can experience it now.
”Come on inside.”
”You sure?”
”You're gonna get late for the entrance examination if you keep on standing there,” Charles replied as he hopped inside the pilot's seat.
”Well, thanks!” Elliot said as he sat down behind him.
Charles started piloting his aircraft after Elliot sat inside it and buckled up.
The aircraft cut through the air, charging through the seas of cloud, heading towards the magician Academy at a distance, moving at a very high speed, causing waves of wind to brush across their faces.