The Broken Sigil

Chapter 13: Marcus

   “Thank you, Servantes, he is my student I will sort him out,” said the professor as he gave the kid an angry stare as he walked next to Lucius and Cristopher. The professor looked at them, and couldn’t believe that there were only three students, the interest in becoming a Protector was less and less as time passed by and it didn’t help the fact that it was too damn expensive, but such is the price for the ultimate knowledge that the world and the universe can offer. “So the three…” spoke the professor.

    “Four!” he got interrupted again, he turned and saw a short blonde boy, with messy hair, scuffed up dirty clothes, and dirt on his face. The Professor looked at him and again was baffled by what he was seeing there’s no way this kid is going to stay at this academy.

    “Boy!!! Have you lost your way?” he asked, he was really confident the kid didn’t belong here.

    “I am here for the scholarship! I want to become a Protector!” said the boy whilst looking up at him.

    “Scholarship huh?” he scoffed. “And has a stable boy as you, paid the expenses?” the kid stood frozen for a moment and didn’t react, just as the professor was suspecting, he hasn’t got the money to be studying at this academy, but after a moment, the boy reached to his back pocket and pulled out a torn pouch made of straws, since he couldn’t afford silk. The boy held the pouch tightly starring at it.

    “Here…” he moved his arm towards the professor. “It should cover everything, all my life’s savings, all in there,” said the boy not wanting to part with the money. 

    “Tell me, boy, what is your name?” the professor now seemed interested in the boy, such determination and passion to become a Protector, maybe they will make something out of him yet.

    “Umm… Francis, sire,” said the boy with a respectful tone.

    “Francis?” the professor was confused, he could see the resemblance, blond hair and brown eyes, could the kid actually be a descendant from Francis himself? Yet again the real Francis never had a relationship not before and after the travels, he knew it, something was really strange about this kid, but nonetheless, rules are rules since he paid and he couldn’t turn him back since there’s barely five of them. The boy stood with the other kids as the Professor lifted up the parchments to read their names. “Francis, Lucius, Cristopher, and… Raoulin,” the professor looked at the last kid that was Raoulin. The very same Raoulin attacked Celvin castle together with Isidora. “I will be your teacher, I shall teach you in the ways of magic and in the ways of science, you shall master brewing potions that might save your life on the field, you will march each day and test your strength, mark these words, becoming a Protector isn’t an easy task and don’t expect to get there in one year,” the professor turned his back on the students as he picked up a piece of chalk and wrote on the board. “My name… Marcus…”