He stood second on the left in a line of seven. His heart beat once, twice. He breathed, in and out. He blinked, then again. He twiddled his fingers and toes. He rolled his eyes. Everything was functioning normally. Now that his body was deemed functional, his mind activated. Knowledge poured in from an unknown source; his name was Geber.
Two people walked down the line, starting at the right. I suppose that I am really sixth then, and not second, Geber thought. He was quietly delighted with himself for figuring this out.
One of the two was short and fat, with a double chin and wearing an odd purple and red coat with two rows of buttons. The other was taller, although not exceptionally tall, and had a wispy mustache and goatee. He was dressed in an elegant combination between a suit and a cloaked colored dark blue and deep purple, and carrying a scepter of solid gold.
The odd pair stopped in front of every individual in the line and spoke with them so quietly that Geber couldn't hear what was said. After talking with the new unit for a few moments, the pair moved back and spoke with each other, usually only for a few seconds. The tall man would then point in a certain direction, either left or right. Most went left, past Geber, while only one went right. She was a girl slightly shorter than the fat man. She had long brown hair tucked beneath a wide-brimmed yellow hat.
When the odd couple reached Geber, the short man said in a high pitched voice, "What is your name?"
"Geber O'Pseud, sir."
"Describe yourself." This came from the taller man. "Mentally and physically."
Geber scratched his head. "Well, sir, I feel rather bored. I think something exciting ought to happen in the first few minutes of life. That's all I think I can say for mentally."
"Well... I don't know, really. I mean, how is it possible to describe myself when I can do this?" Geber screwed up his face in a look of pain, and his sandy blond hair turned a vivid red. "You see my problem?"
The duo looked at each other. The tall man said, "I believe its obvious."
"I agree, twice over."
"Very well then," announced the man, pointing his scepter to the right. "Off you go, Geber."
Geber walked off after the hat wearing girl. He passed through a plain looking door and entered into a square room with a circular staircase in the back. In front of this were eight different podiums marked with odd symbols, each with a person standing behind. The first was marked with an infinity symbol, the second with an hourglass, the third with the Roman numeral II (this was the only absent one), the fourth with an eye, the fifth with a flower, the sixth with lightning bolt, the seventh with a jumble of random letters, and the eighth with a heart. In front of these, right in the middle of the room, was another podium emblazoned with a crown. It was empty. The girl with the hat was standing in front of the center podium, facing the people behind their desks.
The door that Geber had entered through reopened and the two men from the popping hall entered. The short man took his place in the third podium at the back, and the tall man took the empty one in the front. He began to speak. "Geber, Berkeley, welcome to the Magic Kingdom. I am King Walt. The two of you are the newest casters of this island, and we welcome you with open arms. The heads of the different classes of magic stand behind me. They are Archy, mathamancer and leader of the Hocus Pocists; Chip, turnamancer and leader of the Spookists; Chester, dittomancer and leader of the stuffamancers; Gail, lookamancer and leader of the eyemancers; Woody, florist and leader of the hippiemancers; Nicole, shockmancer and leader of the naughtymancers; Franky, rhyme-a-mancer and leader of the stagemancers; and Clara, healomancer and leader of the clevermancers.
"Newly popped casters, prepare yourselves, for we are about to test for your discipline." Walt produced from nowhere a small grey sphere of some putty-like material. A faceless Doll was summoned from the wall where it had been serving as a statue and it brought the putty to Geber.
"What do I do with- whoa!" Geber had taken the putty from the Doll, and the moment it touched his hands it transformed from a grey sphere to a red square, then a blue triangle, then back.
"A changemancer," Walt said. "Give the ball to Berkeley."
When the girl took the ball from him it changed back to a nondescript grey orb, then it quivered and popped a top hat. Berkeley didn't say anything, but she looked pleased with herself.
"And a hat magician," the King announced. "Now Berkeley, could you please go with Franky and Geber go with Chester, and they'll help you settle in."
As King Reginus and the other six casters filed up the stairs, Franky the rhyme-a-mancer pranced forth and grabbed Berkeley by the hand, shaking it profusely and saying, "It's an honor to get a chance to meet you, now please give me a chance to teach you!" He practically dragged the poor girl up the stairs, talking in inestimably annoying rhymes all the while.
Chester, the fat man from the popping hall, moved more slowly. "So, Geber," he said, "I'm glad to have another member of my class, if not my discipline. It's been a two whiles since we popped a changemancer." The two of them began to walk up the stairs. "If you've forgotten, my name is Chester Charles, and I'm a dittomancer. That's Matter aligned with numbers, as opposed to you, a changemancer, who is matter aligned with fate. Do you have any questions for me? About anything?"
"Well sir... what happened to those others?"
"Hmmm? Who? Oh yes, the warlords. They were sent through those doors right into a maximum stack of Dolls led by a Master Class Dollamancer. Croaked them all. This is the Magic Kingdom, there is no place for warlords."
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