[ WP ] You are an insane lunatic in the magical world , you 're considered highly dangerous because every bit of gibberish you spit out seems to count as a spell

`` It is time, initiate,'' Magus Artinsan said to me. 
 
 I stood up, immediately coming to attention. `` Initiate?'' I asked. I'd had no rank, had been considered, until now apparently, barely more than a tourist come to gawk at the miracles of the Mage's Tower. I'd made it my life's mission to join their ranks, and by Artinsan's words it seemed that time was close at hand. 
 
 Magus Artinsan did n't seem happy. He just nodded solemnly. `` Yes. The Archmage has called for you. Today is the day of your initiation.'' 
 
 Without further explanation, Artinsan left the room. Without any real preparation, I followed after him. I did n't want to seem overeager, though I was, it was more that I'd never seen the Archmage. I did n't even know where in the sprawling impossible tower he ( or she, I supposed ) resided. Artinsan was my only guide, and his mood seemed to only darken as we walked. 
 
 As much as I wanted to just leave him alone, lest he change his mind, I had to know what was going on. `` Where is the Archmage?'' I asked, carefully concealing my lack of knowledge regarding who the Archmage was. 
 
 Artinsan made what I thought was a grumbling noise. `` I will bring you there. You would be advised not to let your mind wander. You would be advised to remember all that you have learned about your own mind. You would be *well* advised to remember *exactly* that.'' 
 
 His emphasis seemed strange. I was n't sure if he was subtly trying to tell me something: I had n't done much study on the nature of my mind, except for the basic defensive techniques and meditation I'd studied. I had n't exactly had teachers, either. I needed to know more. 
 
 `` What does the initiation... involve?'' I ventured. 
 
 This time Artinsan's displeasure was not subtle at all. `` I can not tell you,'' he said sharply. `` And I do not mean that it is forbidden for me to tell you. An initated magus is not *able* to communicate what the initiation is. Only the Archmage can do that, and-'' He cut himself off abruptly. 
 
 `` And what?'' I probably should n't have asked, probably should have trusted that Artinsan's self-censorship was done for a reason. 
 
 `` And not all survive.'' He said, and I finally realized that Artinsan's attitude was n't one of irritation. He was, rather, deeply worried. 
 
 Before I could ask more, we arrived at a doorway. I'd explored the areas of the tower that I was allowed in extensively, and I'd been paying attention even during my conversation with Artinsan. We'd never left the paths I'd followed before, and yet the door was wholly unfamiliar. Intricate runes in patterns I'd never seen anywhere in my studies lined every inch of it, leaving almost no hint of the stone it seemed to be constructed of. 
 
 I turned to ask Artinsan more, but he was gone. No, *I* was gone: No longer was I looking at the door from the outside. I was on the other side of the door, looking at the same patterns I'd seen before. Had Artinsan teleported me here? I'd never seen him use such a power, but the Magi as a whole tended to keep the exact extent of their powers a secret. 
 
 `` **Krintan. **'' a voice spoke, and I turned around - or I was turned around, I was n't entirely sure. 
 
 A man sat - no, a woman sat - no, a man sat - in the center of the room, legs folded underneath her. Her young gaze met mine, and he spoke: 
 
 `` **Krintan. Atok. **'' She spoke again, and the words of power washed through my mind. I did n't even know how I knew they *were* words of power, but the fact of their reality was innate in the words themselves, and could not be denied. 
 
 `` **Trintok. **'' He said, his weary gaze on me, her wrinkled face scrunched in curiosity. A mist began to gather in the room. 
 
 `` Archmage,'' I said, and my voice seemed puny next to his, my body minuscule in light of her massive presence. `` My name is-'' 
 
 `` **Railint**'' He said, and it *was* my name. Not the one my parents had given me: she spoke my True Name, the one I did n't even know I'd had until now. 
 
 His/her body mirrored mine now, even though it looked nothing like me. `` **Sindarnorn. **'' they said, and the mist gathered: 
 
 *I welcome you. You are here to Become? * 
 
 Words, floating in the mist, gone the moment I'd read and comprehended them. 
 
 `` I, um,'' I said, momentarily stunned. This seemed paltry in terms of what a mage was supposed to be capable of, but the raw power of the words the Archmage was speaking kept hammering my mind. `` To become a Magus?'' I managed to ask. `` Yes. I've been studying for years.'' 
 
 His gaze, that of a child, seemed sorrowful beyond its age. `` **Tromorn. Nestrok. 
 Endotar. **'' 
 
 *We will Journey. You will come to learn Language. You will be changed. You may die. You may live. You may become much more than you once were, and you may become much less. Only change is guaranteed. * 
 
 `` And then...'' I trialed off. `` I'll be like you? Or like Artinsan?'' 
 
 `` **Poronotentikokik**'' She said, her wizened gaze flaring. 
 
 *I am Fluent. Your journey will end. Mine can not, while I live, and death will not come for me. * 
 
 I shivered, but his gaze softened. Then, my own gaze greeted me, and the Archmage spoke one final word: `` **Ao**.'' 
 
 *Begin. *
