MagiStream

because I want to get a few things straight with him. :tard: He's such an awesome guy- I lubs Con-Bon.

his experiences come from a good friend of mine.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7074917/1/T ... tors_Story


Characters:

Spoiler

Conintor (aka Con-Bon or Con)

Hair color: brown
Style: messy, ear-length- falls around his face a lot
Height: 6'0"
A strong and silent type, Conintor is tall and well built from his training as a earth magi- specializing in melding/controlling stone and enchanting weapons. He's known as one of the better fighters in this generation in The Keep, though he really dislikes the idea of hurting others. He may seem tough and rugged, but deep down he's a total softy.

(Pheona and Rynu's adoptive father in Avalon)

Novilo (aka Novi)

Hair color: blond
Style: straight, down to his shoulder-blades
Height: 5'0"
Feminine in appearance, don't let that fool you. He's a tough little guy, and loves to tease Conintor relentlessly. Even though he's the smaller and more feminine of the two, he's much more dominant and flirtatious. His attitude often gets him into fights with others, leaving Conintor to intimidate them away from his Novi. Novilo is both conniving and intelligent, and often outsmarts most men who try to mess with him.

(also known as 'uncle Novi' in Avalon)

Vitali (aka Vee)

Hair color: black
Style: very long, wavy locks that flow to the middle of her back
Height: 5'2"

Vitali is a water magi that specializes in healing. She meets Novilo and Conintor after one of Novilo's fights, where he finds out she has an unrequited love with Raoul. Obviously this kind of thing cannot be left alone by Novilo, and his antics build a friendship between them all that will last for the rest of her life.

(Pheona's mother- Rynu's aunt-in-law in Avalon)

Raoul

Hair color: black
Style: ear length, tidy and well-kept.
Height: 5'10"

Raoul is a fire magi that usually visits the healing wing every week to get burn potions from Vitali. He's kind of oblivious of her love for him, and tends to break things quite a bit- hence the need for so many potions...

(Pheona's father, Rynu's uncle in Avalon)


Serena

Hair color: black
Style: cropped short, messy and unkept
Height: 5'6"

Serena is a shy and quiet girl who is often unsure what people are thinking and fairly paranoid. She always thinks very low of herself, and usually considers herself a burden on others. She is in an abusive relationship that Conintor, Novilo, Vitali and especially her brother Raoul dislike. However, she insists that he is actually very nice, and only gets abusive when he drinks too much. Unfortunately, that tends to be fairly often.

(Rynu's mother and Pheona's aunt in Avalon)

Nostro

Hair color: black
Style: short, ear length and usually quite tangled
Height 6'2"

Nostro is usually a fairly quiet guy, keeping to himself and being fairly withdrawn. He met Serena while he was traveling home from the keep one day. He is a fairly descent earth magi, though his magic is no where near Novilo or Conintor's level. He despises the two, and especially hates their relationship.
He is an alcoholic and tends to drown his anger and sorrows in a bottle. He is a violent drunk, especially toward Serena, who he sees as inferior and a nuisance. However, she is the only one that seems to understand him and so he refuses to let her go.

(Rynu's father and Pheona's uncle-in-law in Avalon)

Pets:

Pipper and Twitter- Novilo's beloved Hummingbirds

ch. 1

He ran through the halls of the keep, books in his arms as his green and golden robe flapped behind him in his rush. He weaved through the other magi, occasionally bumping into someone with a quick apology before continuing in his hurry. Finally he skidded to a stop outside a large door, opening it as he gasped for breath from sprinting.
“Conintor, you’re late.” A man said gruffly, sitting behind a large desk with a small mantis hissing and raising its pincers angrily toward the young magi.
“Sorry master Faux.” Conintor said, sitting in the large plush chair in front of the desk. He sat, glancing nervously at the mantis as it hissed again. That creature had never liked him.
“This is your last year before you finish your training, Conintor. I suggest you take your studies more seriously.” The man frowned unhappily.
“I know- I’m sorry. I was taking care of my sister, sir.” Conintor said, bowing in his chair respectfully.
The man’s eyebrows rose in sympathy and he let out a soft sigh. “I will let it go this last time, boy. We will get started on our studies for today.” The magi brought up a large leather bound book as Conintor sat back with a sigh in the chair. This was going to be a long lesson.

Conintor walked down the hallway later that day, exhausted from his lesson- his master had really wrung him out that day- he didn’t think he had a bit of earth magic left in his body. A small group of girls stopped in front of him, blocking his path. He looked down at them in surprise, wondering why they were looking at him with such odd expressions. Girls were so odd.
“Go ahead- ask him.” One of the girls pushed another forward, who looked up at him with wide fearful eyes. He was tall- one of the taller magi in the keep, but far from the tallest. Luckily he was well built as well so he didn’t look like a giant beanstalk.
The girl stammered uneasily before shoving a note at his chest. Conintor looked at it in confusion and opened it, reading another love note asking him to go out.
He sighed in frustration, and looked down at the girl. She was pretty yeah, but like always he felt no attraction. He folded the note back up, looking down at her with soft green eyes. “I’m sorry.” He said, handing the note back.
The girl looked up at him, her wide eyes filling with tears before she burst out in sobs, her friends glaring at him as they comforted her and walked away. Conintor frowned and shook his head in dismay. It was always the same thing- a girl asked him out, and sobbed when she got rejected. You’d think after a while they’d take a hint that he wasn’t interested.
He looked around at the crowd around him, hoping no one had seen the scene that had just happened… He saw only one person looking, another girl with blond hair down to her shoulders and purple eyes. She didn’t look angry- just… curious. Hopefully she wasn’t thinking of asking him out too.
He growled in frustration and walked down the hall again, a frown on his face as he held his books to him with hands so tight his knuckles turned white.

“Arya, I’m home.” Conintor said, setting his books down on the table beside the door as he looked around the little cabin. His sister walked out of the kitchen, wiping her hands off with a cloth from washing dishes.
“Hello, Con. Ooh, look at that frown.” She said, imitating a deep frown and then chuckled. “That kind of a day?”
Conintor only let out a growl, sitting down with a sigh in a large green chair. What a long day. “Another girl asked me out.”
“Well that’s because you’re so cute. Why don’t you go out with one of them so they’ll leave you alone?” Arya chuckled and walked over to him, handing him a bowl steaming with soup.
Conintor looked up at his younger sister and smiled gratefully. She was only 15, training to be a magi herself, not to mention taking care of a household. Since their mother had left and never come back, they had been on their own. Luckily they were surviving through his ability to meld magic into weapons. The ability came in handy when it came to magis looking to go on a long journey.
“You have an order, by the way. A man dropped of a sickle earlier. He asked if you could make it so that it never cut flesh- only plants.” His sister pointed over to the curved blade, which was lying against the wooden wall across the room.
“Should be able to.” Conintor nodded, taking a sip of the hot soup- as always, her cooking was fantastic. Good thing, because if he had to cook they’d either starve or eat burnt meat their whole lives.
“So, you didn’t answer my question.” His sister walked over and sat in the chair beside his.
“What question?” He said before taking another sip of soup.
“Why don’t you go out with one of the girls that ask you? You’re really handsome you know, you could probably get anyone to date you.”
Conintor shrugged. “I never really feel anything for them.”
“What do you mean ‘feel anything’? Nothing, at all?” His sister rose her eyebrows curiously.
“No, nothing. It’s not that they’re ugly, they’re quite pretty usually, it’s just… “ He looked up thoughtfully and sighed in dismay. “I don’t know.”
Arya looked at him in concern for a bit. “That’s weird, Con.”
Conintor looked over at her uneasily. “You think?”
“Well yeah- when someone asks me out I always feel at least a little bit attracted to them- and cute boys are… well.. cute, I guess.” She tried to explain. “You mean, you’ve never been attracted to any of the girls that have asked you out?”
Conintor looked at her hesitantly and shook his head.
Arya sighed. “You’re kind of odd, big brother. Well, I’m going to keep cleaning dishes. Bring me the bowl when you’re done, please.” The girl stood up and walked back into the kitchen.
Conintor looked down at his soup nervously, taking another sip as he wondered if something was wrong with him.

*gigglesnort* BWAHAHA, Con.

I can't wait to find out more about Conintor ;)

ch. 2

Conintor walked back down the hall after another lesson, deciding to pay a visit to the Elk herd outside. He had always loved the creatures- the herd at The Keep was massive- he loved watching them run and socialize.
He bumped into someone as he thought about the elk, jostling him back to reality. He looked down in dismay as books and papers fell to the floor, the girl he had bumped into scoffing with disgust.
“Sorry- here, I’ll help.” Conintor leaned down to gather her books, looking up at her to see the girl from the day before. Only… he definitely wasn’t a girl.
“Oh- you’re a guy.” Conintor said, and flinched when he realized he had said it out loud. The man looked up at him, a flush on his cheeks as his purple eyes turned angry.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, picking up his papers quickly.
“Ah- nothing! It’s just, the other day I thought…” Conintor sighed in frustration, deciding it was better to just shut his stupid mouth now.
“Probably because of the purple. Typical.” The man muttered, his long blond hair falling over his shoulders.
Conintor handed him a purple and blue book, yelling in surprise when two hummingbirds started whizzing around his head. He covered his face as their buzzing wings flapped around him, chitting angrily at him.
“Pipper- Twitter- stop it.” The blond man said, the two pink male hummingbirds stopping in mid-air, hovering as they looked to the magi. “He didn’t mean it.”
The hummingbirds both twittered in protest and turned back around to Conintor, sticking thin tongues out of their beaks teasingly before zipping away.
“You have hummingbirds?” Conintor watched the two males duel for a minute outside the window, zig-zagging downwards out of sight.
“Yeah. I got them just the other day.” The man said, looking at Conintor with curious purple eyes after picking up the last of his books. “Say… I don’t want to be nosy, but, why do you never accept any of those girls’ offers? You’re good looking enough that dozens must have asked you out.”
Conintor shrugged. “Not my type, I guess.” He said, uneasy about discussing the subject with a stranger.
“Hmmm…” The man looked thoughtful for a minute and smiled. “My name’s Novilo. I’m an air magi.” He put his hand out to shake in greeting.
Conintor took the hand with a grateful smile. “Conintor- earth magi.”
“That element fits you perfectly.” Novilo snickered, and broke the hand shake. “It was nice to meet you. Hopefully I’ll see you around sometime, huh?”
Conintor smiled. “Yeah- see you later.” Conintor watched Novilo walk down the hall, his stomach doing a small strange flip. He frowned uneasily, wondering what that meant.

Conintor walked into the cabin, setting his books in their usual spot and sniffed the amazing smell of roast meat swirling through the cabin. He walked into the cabin to see Arya standing over a large pot, a spoon stirring stew with one hand, a book on earth magic in the other.
“Multitasking again?” Conintor laughed at the sight, sitting down at a small table beside the stove.
“My my, aren’t we in a good mood today? Goofing around and everything.” Arya chuckled, setting her book down on the counter. She raised the spoon out of the stew and put her hand under it as she brought it over to Conintor. “Try it- but blow on it first, it’s really hot.”
Conintor blew on the stew and ate it off the spoon, humming happily at the taste. “Amazing as always, Arya.”
She smiled happily and brought the spoon back over to the pot, stirring again. “So, what’s got my brother smiling like a love struck jackelope, hmmm?” Arya smiled at him over her shoulders.
“I’m not sure.” Conintor shrugged.
“Well it must be something. Did anything out of the ordinary happen today?” She smiled over to him.
“Well I met someone- but other than that, not really.”
“ooooh, a girl?” Arya squealed happily.
“No, it was a guy.” Conintor rolled his eyes. “He was nice though- an air magi.”
Arya glanced over at him curiously. “A new friend?”
“Maybe. I only met him for a minute. It was kind of weird though…” Conintor looked over at his sister uneasily. If he were to ask anyone about it, it would have to be her.
“What was, Con?” She said idly, stirring the stew.
“My stomach did a weird lurch thing when I met him. I think I may be sick or something.” He said uneasily, hoping he wasn’t coming down with anything.
Arya froze, glancing at him with wide eyes. “Your stomach felt funny? Were you warm?”
“Yeah, come to think about it. Why- what is it?” He looked up at her reaction, starting to get worried.
“Con, bro… I think you might be gay.” She said uneasily, stirring the stew to distract herself.
“What?” Conintor laughed in disbelief. “Why do you think that?”
“Well, you never felt that way about any girls, right?”
Conintor shook his head. He had never felt any woman was really sexually appealing. They were pretty yes, nice yes, but not ‘hot’ as the other guys would talk about.
“And you first felt that way when you met that guy today, right?” She offered, putting out a hand suggestively.
Conintor’s eyes widened in realization. “B-but… I can’t….” He said uneasily, starting to panic. Was he? Could he be?
“There’s nothing wrong with it.” His sister added, turning the oven off. “Not to me, anyway- but some others think differently.”
Conintor stared at the table in front of him, his eyes wide with shock. He had never thought of that possibility- he had always found men far more attractive than women… was that why he was so different from other men in The Keep?
“Don’t look so panicked. You’re fine. Just don’t spread it around or anything. No one will think any differently of you.” Arya smiled sweetly, pouring a bowl of stew for him. “Here- eat, and you can start enchanting that sickle. I know that usually takes your mind off things.”
Conintor nodded, still looking uneasy as he started eating his stew.




D'Aaaaaaaw, it's Novilo

Poor Conintor, all confused!

Aww...*pat's Con's head* 'twill be OK

He is going to be fine...just started to play the twisted game of love.
Upload chapter 03 soon~

ch. 3


“Don’t look so nervous. Nothing is going to be any different.” Arya laughed at her brother’s uneasy expression as they walked through the streets of Synara. He was glancing around him, looking at the crowds as if someone would start yelling at him any moment.
“You know how a lot of people think of that kind of thing, Arya. Aren’t you afraid something bad will happen?” Conintor looked down at his sister, who started giggling.
“Nothing’s changed! You’re still you, and as far as everyone else knows, nothing ever even happened yesterday. You worry too much.” She hit him on the arm playfully with a smile.
He nodded and walked up to the doors of The Keep, opening the large wooden door and letting Arya walk in before shutting it behind them.
“So, I’ll meet you back at home after lessons. Have a good day- and don’t worry. I know you still are.” Arya smiled teasingly, hitting him gently again before walking down the hall to go to her lesson.
“Was that your sister?” A man said behind Conintor, making him jump and turn around quickly. Novilo stood smiling with a hummingbird perched on either shoulder, both of them giving Conintor a little bird-like glare.
“Yeah- that was Arya.” Conintor nodded, feeling the same fluttering in his stomach as last time when Novilo smiled.
“She seems nice. A lot of people like her.” Novilo nodded, watching her as she walked over to a group of friends and started chatting.
“Yeah- she’s pretty popular.” He sighed- he was the opposite of her. He had never really had many friends- usually he liked to be on his own, practicing his stone and earth magic.
“Well don’t look so happy about it.” Novilo said sarcastically. “No wonder you’re so popular with girls- all you ever do is brood and growl. That’s like a magnet to them, you know.”
Conintor looked up at Novilo in surprise. “It is?”
Novilo only laughed, patting Conintor on the back sympathetically. “You don’t really know much about girls, do you? Strange creatures they are, fickle and confusing as hell.”
Conintor nodded with a sigh. He would never be able to tell his man the truth- he wanted to desperately, but he knew he shouldn’t.
He looked at Novilo in a new way since yesterday- his long blond hair and purple eyes were warm and inviting. He had a strange urge to run a hand through that long hair.
“What?” Novilo asked in confusion, noticing his stare.
“Nothing.” Conintor grumbled. “Just thinking.”
Pipper and Twitter on either side of Novilo’s shoulders looked at each other, one chittering and then the other responding before they both fluttered into the air, looking at Novilo before flying out a window.
“Thanks for the support, guys.” Novilo muttered before looking back to Conintor. “So, are you studying a particular area in earth magic?”
“Stone and rock.” Conintor nodded. “Melding them, carving them, moving them.”
“That sounds hard.” Novilo blinked in surprise. He couldn’t imagine moving something so heavy.
“It can be- but I enjoy it.” Conintor nodded. “How about you?”
“I’m studying wind currents. It’s good for travel and defense.” Novilo said, smiling happily. “I found out how to turn myself into wind and travel on it the other day- hard to do, but pretty useful.”
Conintor’s eyes widened in shock- he knew it took a magi with powerful magic to be able to do that- much more magic than he would ever hope of having.
“Don’t look so shocked- it’s possible.” Novilo said, his form shimmering before disappearing in a light lavender wind, winding around Conintor again before rematerializing. “See?”
“That’s… pretty awesome.” Conintor said, looking at him in surprise.
Novilo smiled happily, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. “Well, I’d better be heading to lessons. I’ll talk to you later.” He said, waving in farewell before starting to head down the hall, winding through the crowds of people. Conintor saw the two hummingbirds zoom after Novilo to catch up and chuckled. He headed down the hall in the opposite direction to his own lessons, a warm smile on his face.

Conintor walked into the cabin, looking around for Arya but seeing her nowhere in sight- she wasn’t in the kitchen, or in the living room… He looked down at a note on the table and sighed in dismay.
‘going shopping with some friends- there’s some bread and cheese on the table for you, or you can go get something in the city if you want. I’ll be back this afternoon’
Great- so either he had to cook something for himself, or he would have to go get something…
Well, time to go to the city then. He walked back out the door, closing it behind him.

As usual, the city was packed with people. Magi and normal humans alike walked around in a riot of red, greens, yellows, blues and purple robes. He looked over at a crowd of magi looking at a stand, curiosity getting the best of him. He wandered over and was able to look over the heads of those in the front- there was a basket of eggs on a stand, the shells lovingly cushioned by fabric within the whicker basket. A woman with a thick fur-lined robe smiled at those around, a small paper telling the price of each egg.
He looked down at the white shells of the egg, not really knowing the different creatures very well yet. He thought it was either an ashevore or an elk, but he couldn’t be sure which it was.
“Hey- you again.” Novilo turned around from the front of the crowd with a smile. “Gods you’re tall- you can see over everyone, can’t you?”
Conintor just shrugged, not knowing what else to say. Novilo chuckled and turned around, giving the merchant some gold and taking one of the eggs, making his way through the crowd toward Conintor.
“Here.” Novilo smiled, holding the egg out.
Conintor blinked in surprise down at the egg. “W-what? For me?” He said in shock.
“Of course. Here, big guy.” Novilo put the heavy egg into his hands.
Conintor looked down at the large egg, about the size of his head. Its white shell was shining in the sunlight, and it felt warm within his palms. He didn’t know which creature it was, but he was a magi- he was supposed to know these things. So instead he stared at the egg, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration.
“Don’t you know what it is?” Novilo smiled in amusement.
Conintor looked up at him with a frown. “No.” He muttered.
Novilo smiled, chuckling softly. “It’s not a big deal- it’s an elk. I think this one is a bell elk.”
Conintor looked down at the egg happily. He’d always loved elk- but never got the guts to go out and buy one. People usually thought they were somewhat… girly.
“Thanks.” Conintor looked up at Novilo with a warm smile.
Novilo looked up at Pipper as he twittered on his left shoulder, the hummingbird swinging his curled tail back and forth with low chirps, his chest puffed out.
“Shut up, Pipper.” Novilo blushed a bright pink, almost the color of the hummingbird as it chirped in laughter.
Conintor chuckled as Novilo grabbed at the hummingbird, missing as it fluttered into the air and flew out of reach.

*squishes Con*

Novilo is sweet

Aww, Novilo sounds cute.

Such a cute story, chapter 04? lol