2045 hours local time, 19 June 2021.2
As Iviin Ram’ser stormed into the locker room, she took her feizhou and threw it into the corner. A Model 2021 Ravenstrill – one of the latest models from illustrious broommaker Lao Oli’sersk – its carbon fiber body easily absorbed the impact of the concrete walls and it ricocheted to the ground. As it rolled, Ram’ser reached into the sleeve of her inner robe, and withdrew her wand, aiming it directly at the feizhou. She took a quick breath, and shouted as she flicked her wrist.
“Tra’shukur!”
With the compound mando’a word, a white bolt shot out from the wand, striking the feizhou and sending it back into the wall. It bounced a little harder than before, the point of impact from the bolt a glowing scar as the shaft of the feizhou seemed to almost vibrate as it landed on the ground. Ram’ser drew her arm back again before it was suddenly gripped, the firm hand of Sato Sachie wrapped around her wrist.
”Iviin…you know Lao has so many runes carved on that shaft that not even the strongest spell could break it.” Sato sighed as she released Ram’ser’s wrist. A quick flip and her wand found its home in her sleeve again as Ram’ser walked away, pacing like a caged animal seeking a way out.
”That snitch was mine!” A heated reply from Ram’ser as she turned towards Sato, who simply held her hands up in surrender. The Apprenticed Master of the Mugong House, Sato was well versed in diffusing heated discussions with slightly-unreasonable adolescent people, and she had learned long ago that when there was shouting, the best thing to do was step away and speak reason.
”This isn’t about that,” the unofficial captain of the team said as she stepped away from the enraged Seeker. ”This is about you walking into this locker room, throwing a three-thousand-yuan feizhou into the walls and then proceeding to open fire on it like some mad-mando resolute on revenge for nothing.”
Ram’ser huffed, seeing Sato’s point before turning to her feizhou; it was a gift from her father before the team left for this World Cup, and she suddenly felt rather ridiculous for having treated it so poorly. She walked towards it – resting neatly a few paces from the wall – and picked it up. She could see the point where her spell had struck, the carbon fiber still glowing from the energy. Beneath the glow, she could make the protection runes that Lao Oli’serek had hand-carved into the ash core of the feizhou, the energy they contained holding the feizhou together from a spell usually reserved for breaking down a fortified door or crashing through a concrete wall. Looking back on just a few moments prior, Ram’ser realized had her spell missed, the team would have likely had to pay for the damages to the locker room walls.
Something Headmaster Batuo certainly would not tolerate…
”You’re right, Sachie,” Ram’ser said as she took her place infront of her locker. ”It’s just… I should have seen that heitie. I shouldn’t have been…”
“It came from below. You were focused on the feizei… That’s your job,” Sato affirmed as the doors to the locker room opened. Sato knew the conversation had to be paused, as there was no point in continuing in front of the rest of the team; they had all seen Ram’ser storm off the pitch, they had all seen Sato fly down and then chase after her, and knowing what was to come, decided to hang back a bit until they absolutely had to go in. First in, as to be expected, was Adlartok Aklaq – the second oldest member of the team and a fellow Mugong. Much of the traditions and customs of the Mofahuojian Hall of Wizardy and Magic were based on age and the passage of time, and with Aklaq being the second oldest, he would walk in first and seek Sato’s permission for the rest of the team to enter. No words spoken, but a simple nod from Sato told him it was okay, and a quick glance to Ram’ser meant the conversation would be finished later.
Mofahuojian Hall of Wizardy and Magic.
The name alone conjures up grand imagery for any and all magically-inclined people within the Avatarian Republics. Of course, ‘magic’ in the traditional sense meant very little to a nation filled with people who could control the elements and had talking ponies parading around.
Since its founding in 11 YYc (1508 CE), Mofahuojian had been isolated from the rest of Avatarian society. So isolated in fact that even though the school was currently located in the highest mountains of the eastern Shenmi range on the island of Daiji, it was rumored that the actual school existed within a bubble of spacetime and that it could transport and move between the known and unknown multiverses…
There was even a multiverse where it was Aang who ended the Hundred Year War instead of Roku… and one where Gyatso-kai comprised most of the land of a vast region of Avatarian nations…
But that was a subject for Professor Kiapo’s Class on Multiverse Theory.
Even if the school was isolated, magically-inclined members of Avatarian society were known my many names – ‘wizard’ being the preferred Basic term, with ‘wushi’ and ‘moru’ the most common terms in Avatarian, while ‘jetii’ and ‘dral’ori’dush’ are in Mando’a – most of which bore a negative connotation; surprising when you consider how commonplace bending is, both in classical as well as modern society.
Recent census figures (2020.1 Census by the National Bureau of Statistics) put the officialnumber of magically-inclined citizens at around 25,000 – 24,873 to be exact – and at such low numbers it is easy to understand how so few people could be so well known. In every day life, most people are not observant enough to spot magic, even when it is performed in front of them. Sure, there are countless videos on the net of people ‘doing magic’; a video of someone reaching for an object and it coming to them, or someone walking through a wall. However, most non-magical people simply consider the videos to be fakes, or if they see it themselves, make a joke about it as it must a trick on their eyes.
The magically-inclined live a life of secrecy from the average Avatarian, though this secrecy is not enforced through any official law or regulation. Government officials at the highest levels are well-aware and well-versed in the existence of wizards; Avatar Aang himself attends a biannual conference at Mofuhuajian as well as the largest wizard community in Traujin on the southern island of Ehn’taap. There are no punishments for using magic in the open, nor are there any regulations against magically-inclined citizens from living amongst their non-magical counterparts… It is just a matter of culture for those of similar backgrounds to tend to flock together.
Just as the members of each Nation tend to reside together, so too do wizards…