Rist’s heart stopped. “Black? But I haven’t decided my affinity. How could I—” Garramon’s laugh cut through Rist’s words. “Calm yourself, apprentice. It is not the apprentice who chooses his acolyteship. It is the Guide, for you can never truly see yourself. But I see you, and I see what you can become – a Battlemage. Chapter 8 Awoken The glow of the lanterns illuminated the stone walls as Kallinvar walked along the edge of the sparring chamber, his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes narrowed
