Code of Rainbow: Soaring Flame and the Dragon-transcending Magimal

Code of Rainbow

Soaring Flame and the Dragon-transcending Magimal

(Book I)

Copyright 2010 Weiqi Wang

Published by Weiqi Wang at Smashwords

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All names and plots in this book are totally made up.

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There could be more than one type of philosophy to explain the world

One of them is called science

Another one is spelt M-A-G-I-C

All names and plots in this book are totally made up.

Table of Contents

Purple, Grey, Yellow, Blue?

Magic Elements

The History

It is Time

The Institute of Libral

The Campus and Cities

Duel Pact

The Unique Wizard

Egg, Dragon&Empires

Snower’s Present

A Big Roach?

Fledglings Tournament

The Cure

MagiMax

The Most Powerful Magic

A Dragon?

Mercy of the Demiurge

Do You Like Me?

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

This book was written in British English.

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PURPLE, GREY, YELLOW, BLUE?

Cylone Calendar (CC) 3896, summer.

Corrugon Peninsula of Arkwald Empire, Thundeross Continent.

Filton worked in a small rural town as a tree-feller. Although he worked very hard, he was not a rich man and lived a tough life. What made life even tougher was that he had a baby boy to feed all by himself, because he didn’t have a woman to help him. However, Filton never complained — even though the boy was actually not his son, he still loved him so much.

The boy’s name was Soarame.

Little Soarame had a cute, chubby face and a pair of big twinkling eyes. Filton tended to believe that the boy had been born very curious — he seemed to have a strong desire to move and stretch. Ever since the baby had been able to see things properly and move his arms, he kept stretching out his little hands towards the air, waving and grabbing at it. Then, after he learned to speak, he repeatedly used just two words — ‘here’ and ‘there’. This amused Filton for a while but then started to worry him, because it was obviously a pretty odd behaviour for a toddler.

The worry kind of went away when Soarame started to learn more words; then his favourite words became ‘colour’ and ‘red’. To get over that, Filton had taught him a lot more words for colours, and the boy started to wave his hands around and shout out the colours one after another.

‘Purple, grey, yellow, blue!’ On this particular day, the now five-year-old Soarame was once again running around the house, shouting out the words for colours.

‘What happened to white?’ Filton was busy working, but Soarame’s antics were disturbing his concentration, so he tried to calm the little boy down.

‘It’s not white, it’s grey!’ Filton’s attempt worked, and Soarame stopped running. ‘You just told me yesterday, remember?’

‘Of course, grey is different from white.’ Filton smiled at Soarame but he sighed inside — if this boy didn’t have a problem with his young brain, then he was doing a good imitation of it. However, Filton would never hurt Soarame’s feelings. ‘What about red, then? I remember it was your favourite colour before.’

‘It’s not red, it’s purple!’ Soarame clapped his hands. ‘You taught me that long ago!’

‘Oh, sure, sure.’ Filton stroked Soarame’s little head. At first the boy used to shout ‘Red, white, yellow, green’, but now three words out of four had been replaced. Thinking of that, Filton had a sudden idea. ‘So it’s not green, it’s blue?’

‘Yes!’ Soarame was running and jumping around. ‘Blue, blue!’

‘OK, it’s blue.’ Filton was not sure what he could do with this little boy; he had become used to his odd behaviour during his first few years of life. Wait, what about yellow, then? Maybe it’s not yellow, it’s orange? Thinking of this, Filton asked the boy.

‘No, it’s yellow.’ Soarame stopped and looked at Filton, seemingly surprised. ‘I thought you were smart?’

‘Well…’ Filton almost got choked on hearing this. ‘I am, but maybe not as smart as you are.’

‘It is yellow, right?’ Soarame pointed at something. ‘Orange is different. You said that before.’

Hmm… did I? Puzzled, Filton couldn’t help asking. ‘What yellow? Where?’

‘Here. See?’ Soarame was still pointing at something. It was hard to tell if the something was nearby or far away.

‘See what?’ Filton went over to the boy and looked in the direction he was pointing. Come on, there’s nothing there!

‘The yellow dot!’ Soarame seemed to be confused too. ‘Between the blue one and the purple one!’

‘What yellow dot?’ Filton was totally confused. ‘Blue where? Purple where?’

‘What’s wrong with you?’ Soarame became impatient. ‘They are right here! Oh, the yellow dot has flown away now.’

‘What are you talking about?’ Filton sensed something strange. For years he had believed that the boy had some kind of impairment, which probably had to do with language and movement; but now he was thinking he might be wrong. It seemed that Soarame was seeing something colourful and was therefore trying to describe it — or maybe them.

‘Your eyes are bad!’ Soarame seemed very unhappy. ‘There are so many of them!’

‘Oh, I see.’ Filton decided to play along. ‘So you were running because you were chasing them?’

‘Yes, but they keep flying away.’ Soarame seemed frustrated. ‘I can’t catch them.’

‘OK, let me try.’ Filton was determined to figure out exactly what was happening to Soarame, so he asked the boy to point at one of the mysterious ‘them’, and tried to snatch it out of the air —

‘No, it just flies away, see?’ Soarame shouted in frustration. It seemed that Filton’s first attempt had failed.

‘You aren’t aiming right!’ The second attempt seemed to be worse.

‘What are you doing? You missed it completely!’ The third attempt, again, no luck.

‘I’m done with you!’ Soarame finally ran out of patience, and rushed out of the house to play.

‘Be careful! Don’t come back too late!’ Filton was sweating all over after his intense bout of elusive dot-chasing. He watched the boy run out, deep in thought. Maybe I should take him to a doctor. Filton had always wanted to do that, but seeing a doctor was expensive, so he had always hesitated to do it.

The town had always been a safe place, so Filton was happy to let Soarame go out of the house by himself. He knew that Soarame was probably just going to walk around near a small school that lay close by. However, what Filton didn’t know was that the school kids didn’t really like Soarame — they knew about his strange habit of calling out colours no one could see, and they didn’t like it, especially the boys. Right at that moment, Soarame was surrounded by several schoolboys older and bigger than him —

‘Soarame, it’s you again?’ One boy said. ‘What’s your colour this time?’

‘It must be pink.’ Another mocked; the gang burst into laughter. ‘Right? The drift?’

‘You are the drift! Go away!’ Soarame didn’t know why the boys were calling him ‘drift’, and tried to break away from the gang; but they pushed him back into the middle of the group.

‘You want to go somewhere, drift?’ A boy sneered. ‘Show me some colours and I’ll let you go.’

‘I said go away!’ Soarame struggled, but he was too small and all alone. Someone slapped him on the head and he fell over. The boys were all laughing and mocking him. One boy decided to kick Soarame and then the others joined in.

‘Go away!’ Soarame was hurting all over. This had never happened before. Although the boys seemed to be annoyed by Soarame’s colour counting around them, they didn’t usually get physical about it — perhaps because Filton was also there. But this time, the gang had found a perfect chance; Soarame was alone and unprotected.

‘Say you are pinky pink, and then I’ll let you go.’ A big boy kicked Soarame’s leg.

‘Sure — you are pinky pink!’ Soarame got up from the ground and tried to force his way out of the circle.

‘Oh, no you don’t!’ The boy was angry. He grabbed Soarame’s collar and dragged him back down. The gang started to kick him again. ‘Say ‘I am pinky pink’!’

‘I know you are!’ Soarame was curled up on the ground, yelling at his tormentors. Although he was afraid and anxious, he was not willing to give in to them.

‘Damn it!’ The boys were getting madder. They kicked harder and harder. ‘Say Soarame is pinky pink!’

‘Soarame… is…’ Through his pain and fear, Soarame suddenly saw something that had never happened before — the colourful dots that he always saw, but had never been able to reach, seemed to be accumulating around his body. Especially the grey dots; they actually landed on Soarame’s hands and feet, making him feel somehow fresh and cool. At the same time, a thought flashed into his mind —

‘GREY!!!’

Soarame suddenly stretched all four limbs, pushing and kicking outwards. A blast of wind came from nowhere, and the boys were all blown away from Soarame, falling over in the mud.

‘What happened?’ Soarame stood up and stared at his hands. They still looked exactly as they had always done, but the grey dots seemed to have gone. Before Soarame had a chance to think about what had happened, the boys were getting up too, and they all looked confused.

‘What was that?’ A boy asked the others. No one could come up with an answer.

‘Let’s get him!’ Another one yelled. ‘It was just a funny gust of wind!’

Seeing the boys coming towards him, Soarame started to run right away. He wasn’t as big as they were, but he was quicker than all of them, so it didn’t take much time for him to get back home. The gang stopped chasing him sooner than Soarame had expected, probably because they didn’t want to confront Filton. However, they still yelled at Soarame from behind. ‘If you tell the old man about us, you are pinky pink!’

Soarame was breathing heavily when he arrived home. That’s awesome! He was pumped from his encounter with the gang, and excited that the grey dots had finally come to him. He felt as if he had done something extraordinary, though he didn’t quite know what. He had always felt that the grey dots seemed to like him, but nothing like this had ever happened before.

‘Soarame, what’s the matter?’ Filton opened the door, and saw his boy with dishevelled hair and a dirty face. ‘God, who did this to you?’ Filton checked Soarame up and down and found some bruises. ‘Was it the schoolboys? Tell me!’

‘No, I’m ok.’ Soarame brushed the dirt from his body.

‘No, you’ll take me to them, and I’ll talk to their parents.’ Filton held Soarame’s hand and tried to make him walk out. ‘Was it Jay? Or Matthew?’

‘No, it wasn’t.’ Soarame said. ‘And anyway I beat them with grey!’

‘What grey? Cut it out!’ Filton was no longer in the mood for colours. He’d never seen his boy get bullied and that had really upset him. ‘Soarame, you need to tell me what happened and who they are!’

‘Help! Someone help!’

The scream came from somewhere in town. Filton looked out and saw several people running towards his house, and some other people looking around in confusion. There was trouble, but no one seemed to know what was going on. Then there was another scream —

‘Boar! Run!’

‘Watch out!’

‘What a weird day!’ Filton frowned. ‘How could a boar be here in town?’ As a tree-feller, Filton had encountered lots of wild animals like boars, but they only showed up in the wild forest and never came close to a town. Filton was wondering if those people had mistaken something else for a boar, until he saw the beast with his own eyes —

‘Holy crap!’ Filton dashed back into the house and fetched an axe, then closed the door before rushing out. ‘Soarame, stay inside!’

‘Everyone! Come and help!!’

The street was in total chaos. As Filton had seen, it was a ferocious beast, although he was not certain if it was indeed a boar — he had never seen one as big as an elephant before. The beast was about ten feet tall, with a giant head and nose just like boar’s, and a pair of boar-like tusks over three feet long. Its eyes were red and its body was covered by some kind of black fur, long and thick. Right then the beast was on the rampage, tearing around, ripping things up. If it had been aiming at people, some would have been killed.

‘Filton, thank god you’re here!’ Everyone was happy to see Filton come to help. ‘You are the expert, so tell us what to do!’

‘I would if it was just a boar!’ Filton yelled. ‘But I don’t think it is! Unless its mother accidentally over-fed it!’

‘Wooaaal!’ The beast let out a strange noise, and stood like a bear, roaring.

‘No, I don’t think it’s the mother’s fault — that’s not a boar! Something’s wrong!’

‘What, then?’

‘Defend yourselves! This beast can knock down houses, so don’t try to hide under a roof!’ Filton yelled at everyone. ‘We don’t know what it is, so don’t attack, just stick together!’

‘Wooaaal!’ The beast pounced on a lone man, knocking him away as if he were a stray leaf. Filton reluctantly led the other men to attack the beast, hacking and slashing at it with all kinds of weapons. However, the boar seemed to have a really thick layer of skin; it was very difficult for Filton to hurt it, even with the tree-felling axe. After a few rounds back and forth, everyone was frightened.

‘We can’t beat it!’ People started to fall back. ‘What now?’

‘We can’t admit defeat! This monster is knocking down our houses!’ Filton yelled anxiously. ‘If we let it go right through the town, it’ll be a disaster and we’ll all be homeless! Let alone the deaths and injuries it will cause!’ Filton was right; especially as his house would probably be the next one to get knocked down, and Soarame was there.

‘But we can’t… Arghhh!’ A man tried to argue with Filton, but the beast threw him up to the air and he landed unconscious.

‘Damn it!’ Filton cleaved hard at the beast’s neck with the axe once again. This time he did hurt it, but cutting through its tough skin, the axe got stuck in the muscle and could not be taken out. At the same time, the beast was enraged by the sharp pain; it swung its neck and tossed Filton away like a roll of paper. Filton landed right on the steps of his own house. His forehead smashed against the wooden handrail, and he bled furiously.

‘Filton! Watch out!’ The townsfolk were dumbfounded to see this. They wanted to help, but no one dared to charge at the beast any more. The enraged beast was swinging its neck left and right, and managed to throw the axe off soon enough. The next second, the beast turned towards Filton, clearly ready to launch its next attack.

‘NO!!’

Right then, the door of Filton’s house opened and a boy jumped out. ‘Filton, here!’

Filton was terrified to see this. ‘Soarame, go back in! Don’t you dare!’ There was chaos around the house; some men tried to get close to Filton and Soarame, but they were all shaking and hesitating.

‘GO AWAY!’ The little boy was howling at the huge boar. Everyone was waiting for the beast to strike; some women had already started screaming and crying.

‘Woooo….’ However, the beast’s reaction surprised everyone. It pulled back right away, seeming to sense threat somehow and hesitated. Instead of pouncing on Filton, it kept pacing around him, but didn’t move closer.

‘GO! AWAY!! YELLOW!!’ While everyone was stunned to see this, Soarame stepped right behind Filton and howled as loudly as he could. Although the boy tried his best, his voice was still neither scary nor commanding. In fact, it was not even that loud. However, the next second, the beast turned around and ran away. The townsfolk looked on, dumbfounded, jaws hanging like they were about to drop off.

‘What the heck?’ Filton struggled to his feet on shaky legs. His knees were knocking like his legs were trying to clap. ‘Soarame, didn’t I ask you to stay inside?’

‘Hey, Filton, he saved your life!’ Everyone came over to check the wound on his forehead. They were also looking Soarame up and down with wide, frightened eyes. ‘Soarame, what did you do?’

‘I ask it to leave!’ Soarame answered aloud.

‘Of course.’ The neighbours were amused, despite their remaining fear. ‘What exactly did you say? Go away, yellow?’

‘Yes! It’s yellow and I think it’s afraid of purple!’ Soarame seemed to remember something. He looked down at his hands to see that the purple colour was fading — a few minutes ago, when Filton was in danger, the colourful dots had started to gather around him again; this time the purple ones. Although Soarame didn’t know what they could do, he was filled up with courage and had decided to strike back at the scary beast.

‘The beast is yellow?’ People were not sure if they should agree with that. The beast was apparently black, or perhaps dark brown. As for purple… there was nothing purple at all.

‘Never mind, just leave it.’ Filton waved towards the crowd. ‘Let’s take care of the wounded first, then the collapsed houses.’

‘Right! You don’t really think a five-year-old scared the beast off, do you?’ Another man agreed. ‘There must be something else, like it suddenly missed its daddy.’

People giggled and walked away to help. After all, no one was badly injured and it was all over, so everyone was happy to have survived. Filton was injured, so he didn’t have to offer his labour. Instead, people specifically asked him to take a good rest and look after the odd little boy, whose brain seemed to function in such a strange way.

The rumour about what had happened, though, started to spread. Most people talked proudly about how they fought bravely against the beast, and finally defeated it. Of course, Filton and Soarame were in the story; but, as the story went, the beast ran away because it feared the crowd of brave townsfolk. Soarame, on the other hand, was a poor kid living in an illusion. The kid had tried to talk to a beast using human language — and then there was all that weird stuff about colours.

‘Your boy should probably go to see a doctor.’ That’s what people said to Filton before they left. Filton was partially convinced, because of all Soarame’s odd behaviour in the past, but he also somehow believed that it was indeed Soarame who had made the beast leave. Nothing really made sense though, and Filton was at a loss for what to believe.

****

One day, Filton was watching Soarame again — chasing something that he claimed was colourful, yet appeared totally transparent. Right then there came a knocking on the door.

‘Greetings!’ An old man was standing outside, wearing dishevelled and dirty clothes.

‘Hello, can I help you?’ Filton assumed the man was a beggar, as this man was wearing even worse clothes than himself.

‘Yes, I need some help, but it’s hard to explain…’ The old man said, embarrassment visible on his face.

‘Not a problem at all.’ Filton smiled. ‘I will get the loaf and water for you right now, but, sorry I don’t have any coin to spare.’

‘That’s nice of … wait, what?’ The old man seemed stunned.

‘Sorry, I know this house looks big, but I’m really not rich at all.’ Filton sighed and was about to turn around.

‘Hold on…’ A look of realisation crossed the old man’s face and he immediately spoke up. ‘I would just like to rent a spare room from you, if you have one. I’m new to this town.’

‘Pardon?’ Filton was a little surprised. This old man was indeed a new face, but he did not seem to be able to afford a room. After chatting a bit and asking about this old man’s background, Filton was convinced that this man was no threat. ‘My name is Filton. Please come in, if you really think you can manage in this house.’

‘Scankeen. Pleasure to meet you.’ The old man definitely seemed like a gentleman with a decent education. Filton was worried that Soarame’s odd behaviour would bother the new tenant, so he asked the boy to play outside for a bit.

Scankeen had a very quick look around at three vacant rooms, and chose one of them immediately. ‘This should be enough for a year, but if not let me know.’

‘Err… sure… hmm…’ Filton was stunned when the old man put a bag of coins into his hand — five minutes ago he was trying to offer this man some free bread. ‘Scankeen, you don’t need to pay this much in advance.’ With that, Filton couldn’t help sizing Scankeen up — tall and thin in shape, white beard to his waist, wrinkles all over his face, and wearing a cloak matted with clay. Filton was amazed that this person could produce a bag of coins just like that.

‘It’s fine.’ Scankeen smiled. ‘I like the room.’

Filton shook Scankeen’s hand and walked away to let his new and only tenant settle down first. For some reason, Filton had had an odd feeling about Scankeen ever since he came in and checked around the rooms. But he couldn’t tell what exactly until he thought hard for a while — it seemed that Scankeen was quite familiar with the house. The way Scankeen went up the stairs, bypassed the obstacles and went to the rooms felt like how Filton himself would do it!

‘Oh Filton, if you could show me to the woods that’d be great.’ Scankeen’s voice interrupted Filton’s thoughts. ‘No rush, when you go to work tomorrow.’

‘Sure, I go there almost every day, but tomorrow I need to take my boy to the doctor.’ Filton hurriedly answered. ‘How about the day after?’

‘Of course.’ Scankeen nodded. ‘What happened to your boy?’

‘He’s… he has some sort of problem with illusions.’ Filton considered a moment but decided to tell the truth. ‘I’m not sure if it’s the eyes or the brain.’

‘Oh? What did he see?’ Scankeen was curious.

‘I don’t know.’ Filton sighed. ‘He seems to see some colourful dots: purple, grey, yellow, blue.’

‘Really?’ Scankeen’s eyes widened on hearing this. ‘When will the boy be back?’

‘Probably soon.’ Filton was suddenly reminded of something and threw the wooden beam aside. ‘Oh my god, he had better not get into trouble this time!’

‘Filton, I’m back!’ Soarame showed up right on time.

‘Thank god, everything ok?’ Filton went to check Soarame and found some new bruises. ‘You need to tell me who did this to you, now!’

‘But I won!’ Soarame declared proudly. ‘They won’t tell their families either!’

‘They?’ Scankeen cut in. ‘You beat more than one?’

‘Five.’ Soarame was clearly proud of himself.

‘You guys need to stop this; fighting is wrong.’ Filton felt regretful. He should have spent more time on the boy rather than on work. ‘And I don’t believe that you can beat five bigger kids on your own.’

‘Not on my own, I beat them with grey!’ Soarame was unhappy to think Filton didn’t believe him. ‘You don’t believe I won?’

‘I don’t care who wins. If you fight again you are grounded.’ Filton held Soarame’s shoulders. ‘If you promise me you’ll quit fighting, I’ll be your horse to ride, deal?’

‘Deal!’ Riding a horse had been Soarame’s favourite game since he was born; of course, his horse was Filton. Ever since Filton had let Soarame ride him for the first time, Soarame kept asking every day, and giving Filton real headaches.

‘Actually, I believe you.’ Scankeen suddenly cut in and signalled Filton to hold on. ‘What is the grey that you mentioned? Can you show me?’

‘They only come to me when I’m fighting.’ Soarame shook his hands. ‘But they are here, you can see them.’

‘They?’ Scankeen seemed to catch on to something. He pointed somewhere in the air. ‘So you are talking about these small grey dots that keep swirling around in the air?’

‘Yes!’ Soarame was overjoyed. ‘See? Filton your eyes are bad! He can see it!’

‘What is going on?’ Filton was confused. He looked at Scankeen. ‘You are kidding him, right?’

‘No, he’s not!’ Soarame yelled before Scankeen had a chance to speak. ‘He can see them!’

‘Well, let me make sure we are talking about the same thing.’ Scankeen seemed really excited for some reason, as his breathing became rapid. ‘Where are the grey ones now?’

‘Oh my god!’ Soarame’s eyes suddenly widened. ‘They are in your hands! How did you do that?’

‘Oh my god.’ Scankeen was stunned. ‘You really can see them!’

‘What is going on?’ Filton was stunned too.

‘What else can you see?’ Scankeen asked urgently, totally ignoring Filton. ‘Any other colour?’

‘Purple, grey, yellow, blue!’ Soarame’s answer reminded Scankeen that Filton had mentioned it before. ‘Can you put purple in your hand?’

‘Oh dear, sorry I can’t.’ Scankeen seemed to be frustrated. ‘I can only summon grey — can you tell me where are they now?’

‘On your left foot!’ Soarame clapped his hands excitedly. ‘How did you do it?’

‘What. Is. Going. On?!’ Filton yelled. ‘You people are kidding me, right?’

‘I’m kidding no one.’ Scankeen finally realized that he’d been rudely ignoring Filton. ‘Your boy is special — he can see magic elements!’

‘What?’ Filton was not sure if he’d got it right. ‘Magic?’

‘Yes, the colourful dots have a name — magic elements.’ Scankeen nodded seriously. ‘In other words, your boy has magic gifts and could grow up to be a wizard!’

MAGIC ELEMENTS

‘You must be making up stories, right?’ Filton looked at Scankeen with an odd expression on his face. ‘The dots are magic elements? You’re sure they are not see-stars in his eyes?’

‘If see-stars have different colours, they probably have a different name.’ Scankeen was amused to see Filton’s reaction. ‘Like rainbow-stars or something.’ With that, Scankeen handed a small piece of metal to Filton. It was of a fairly plain design but in an ancient style. On the surface two words were carved —

‘Sunrise Alliance?’ Filton read them out loud; this name rang a bell. ‘What is that? Why does it sound so familiar?’

‘So you have heard of this name before? Good.’ Scankeen was happy to hear this. ‘Maybe from books? Try to think where you know it from.’

‘The Sunrise Alliance! The wizards’ alliance!’ Filton suddenly smacked his own head. ‘It’s real?’ Filton had read stories about the alliance of wizards when he was little; but he had thought, like everyone else he knew, that they were just stories in books! Filton doubted if anyone in the town actually believed in it.

‘As real as this wand.’ Scankeen took out a stick and let it go. The stick didn’t drop but floated there, making Filton stare and prompting Soarame to scream. ‘Grey! Grey is on the stick now!’

‘Yes. The grey dots are elements for Wind magic.’ Scankeen stroked Soarame’s head and looked at Filton. ‘Now do you believe us? Your son doesn’t have problems with his eyes, or his brain — thank god we met each other!’

‘You have problems with your eyes and brain!’ Soarame was clever enough to understand what was going on. He made faces at Filton and then looked at Scankeen. ‘He’s not my dad, he’s my uncle!’

‘OK, excuse me. But I just want you to know that there are quite a number of wizards in the world.’ Scankeen was amused by both Soarame and Filton’s faces. ‘This town is very small and rural, to be honest. If you lived in one of the big cities, especially the capital, you might actually see wizards once in a while.’

‘Oh my… so the tale of the Great Stanfaul Libral is real, too?’ Filton dragged his eyes away from the floating wand to look at Scankeen, but his mind was still immersed in his memories of