[ WP ] The King 's court teaches magic to a new class of students every few years , because magic is radioactive and the previous class ends up dying of radiation sickness .

School had always been easy for William, but he always assumed that it was a condition of being raised within the upper castes of society. He'd constantly found himself the center of attention at some ball or another and had grown accustomed to the charisma attributed him. So it came as little surprise to him when he grew to be one of the most competent students that had ever graced the inside of the King's Court. 
 
 His instructors, however, were positively baffled at how quickly William mastered the arts. Most of them, having only had a few years of experience, found themselves inadequate to continue teaching him. Unfortunately the human condition prevented most of them from addressing the issue, and instead they overburdened the up and coming practitioner with busy work and insisted he'simply continue practicing.' 
 
 William had grown close with one of his professors, and with a little help from a glass of mead found within himself the courage to confront him about this issue. 
 
 `` Sir, I feel as if I am not being given the whole picture. What is kept from us?'' William inquired. 
 
 John Forrer sighed. `` William, do you ever wonder why none of your professors look a day older than twenty-five?'' 
 
 William shook his head earnestly. `` I always assumed there was a spell at work that kept you from looking older, or growing older.'' 
 
 `` Assertive, as always. Unfortunately, this is not the case.'' 
 
 William waited quietly for John to continue. `` This will not be easy to hear, but please remember that it is even harder for those of us teaching you. 
 
 William, we are all on shortened timers. A man that practices magic will grow sick and die within five years of taking on the trade. Many of us here have never left the school, and begun teaching the next generation not two months after graduating.'' 
 
 William's eyes darkened as he took a sip from his glass. He looked down into it, hoping for some other answer. 
 
 `` I'm telling you this because you have already surpassed most of the teaching staff in ability. We have been contemplating this for some time. You will soon receive a formal invitation to teach here, and I want you to seriously consider it.'' 
 
 William shrugged. `` What of the riches? What of taking my magic outside of these walls to help those in need? Are you asking me to spend the rest of my life inside King's Court?'' 
 
 John's smile appeared to have aged him considerably. `` I spoke those exact words not long ago.'' 
 
 William thought for a moment. This changed the reality of his world, and he would need time to process. `` I can not know my answer yet.'' 
 
 `` That's fine, William. You have one week.'' 
 
 Over the space of that week, William was forced to accept the reality of his circumstances and consider how he would spend the final years of his life. What he decided in the end, as you all know now, is that he would stay and teach. 
 
 He realized that the school could make better use of this limited time if they changed the way things were done. Students no longer practiced magic until their fourth season in the school, when they had already spent years in general study. William also began placing greater emphasis on the healing arts, seeking answers to the ailment that plagued the school's students. 
 
 King's Court exists in its form today as a result of his work. William Adavar III set the foundation for the first known safe practice of Magic. We honor him today by continuing to teach the tale of the young man who came to this school with a desire to learn and an unwavering moral compass. 
 
 >'' Are there any questions before we release you all for lunch?'' 
 
 > Lazchek raised his hand, the fifth such time he'd done so that hour. The rest of the class groaned. `` If he was so important, why has n't the school been named after him?'' 
 
 > Feyr chuckled. `` William had a strong love of tradition, and would n't have it any other way.'' 
 
 >'' Do we still have to worry about dying young?'' 
 
 > Feyr dismissed the rest of the class with a wave of his hand, beckoning Lazchek to his desk. `` As a matter of fact, no. Not all of you.'' 
 
 > Feyr nodded. 
 
 >'' I'd like you to pay me a visit this evening, Lazchek.'' 
 
 > Feyr smiled, as he always did, enjoying the irony of his welcome aboard speech. Adavar had given the school a gift all those years ago, when he'd determined the true price for knowledge. In a class of ten, one child was forfeit. Lazchek would not be missed. 
 
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