Just a little fanfiction I did back in the day about my Everquest 2 character Rakko the Ratonga. Bit of a mary sue but hey whose early characters wernt?

Highschool work. 05-06

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Prologue
The city of Freeport, supposedly the city of opportunity, but nothing could be further for one family. This particular family lived in a small house in the district of Temple street, if you could even call it a district, that hovel of a place where the poorest of the poor lived. The Freeport militia made frequent trips to that section of the city, to beat the residents just for the fun of it.
Such was the case for a small family of four Ratonga, which stood around four feet tall, with long hairless tails, large ears, and large eyes that were that were well suited to the dark cave’s of their homeland. They were forced to live there because nobody would hire them. As of now they all crowded around a small fire in there home, the father was barely able to get enough coin to be able to pay the greedy landlord, and able to put food on the table. Often they all went hungry, and had to resort to drastic measures to survive.
Their life only got worse one Monday morning. Monday was the day some of the guards would come, demanding payment or they would beat the children. The father had finally had enough, and tried to defend his family. The eldest son could only watch in horror as they ran his father through with there swords. He watched as they walked off, laughing, and left the body of his father to die on the street. Soon, with help from his mother and younger brother, he had made a small raft, and sent his father on his last journey out to sea.
Without their fathers help, they family began to soon die of hunger. It had been two weeks since the death of their father, and they knew what they had to do. Sneaking past the guards at night they soon made it to the guards Barracks, acting quickly they took all the food they could carry, and snuck back out, the oldest son staying back to try and steal some money. It was then that he heard the screams. Quickly hiding behind a crate he could only hear the screams of his family members, then there was only silence.
He was all alone in the world, only thirteen years old....

Starting anew.
Rakko knew that his family wouldn’t want him to die of hunger because of them. Sighing, he walked through the streets of Freeport looking for any kind of job for food.
Earlier that day, the landlord had kicked him out, so now he was homeless, poor, hungry, and alone, the worst pain of all. Wandering aimlessly, Rakko soon found himself in an unfamiliar part of the city. Starting to panic he turned around to walk back, when he ran into the back of a Troll. Looking up at the Troll, who was almost three times his size, and the disfigured face as it sneered down at him. "Well well, ‘ooks wike I be havin’ some ratz steak fa suppaz."
Laughing, the troll reached out for him. Yelling in panic, Rakko took off down the street, the Troll hot on his trail like a bloodhound tracking down a criminal. So the chase was on, Rakko’s lungs felt like they were going to burst, pumping his small legs like pistons as he heard the thumping of the Troll’s feet. The faces soon rushing past him were a blur, but he could clearly hear their voices. "Run little rat run!"
"Come on Troll, you can catch him!"
"After you caught him I want his fur! That stuff can make a good pair of boots!"
But one voice stood out from the rest, it was of a Human standing in front of a large structure, waving his arms at him. "Ratonga, over here!"
Quickly weighing his chances, Rakko altered his course, and decided to run toward the man in front of the building, who was now standing in the doorway. As soon as Rakko was in, the man shut the heavy steel doors, a metal rod falling across them. Which was followed by a loud bang, a curse from the troll. After came the booing of the citizens who had missed their bloodshed for the day.
Falling to the floor and gasping for breath Rakko looked up at the man, who knelt down next to him and held out a glass of cool water. After regaining his breath and downing the water, Rakko slowly sat up. He looked from the man to the building he was in, it seemed like a school of some sort, young citizens of Freeport from all walks of life had stopped reading over their books to look at him. But after a glance from who Rakko assumed was the teacher they went back to their studies. Slowly getting to his feet Rakko looked up at the Human, who was smiling slightly.
"Thank you Human. What is this place, who are you, why did you save me?" Rakko asked in his high pitched voice, a common trait with the Ratonga peoples, but the man only smiled as he got down to eye level with Rakko.
"Because I never liked that Troll, as you probably guessed I am the instructor at this school, and you will be a new apprentice."
"New apprentice?" Rakko asked, leaning his head to one side as he looked up at the human, his large eyes looking up at the human.
"Would you like to try your luck back in the city? Besides, it looks as if you aren't in the best shape."
He only smiled wider as he handed Rakko a plain looking robe which was superior to his tattered rags in every way. "Welcome to the school of magical arts."　
School of what!?
Rakko could hardly believe his ears, he was going to be taught to be a mage!? Looking after the teacher as he walked to the front of the class, a young Dark Elf leaned over and poked him in the shoulder.
"Hey rat, take a seat, Master Kavar is going to start the class."
Nodding, Rakko took the empty seat next to the Elf as Kavar turned around the face the class. "As you all saw a few minutes ago we now have a new student in our class," Kavar turned to Rakko, nodding at him. "Please stand up and introduce yourself apprentice."
Looking a little nervous, Rakko stood up,
feeling all the eyes turning to look at him. "Ummm...hi, m-my names Rakko." He said, trying not to sound too hesitant.
Kavar nodded at him, and he sat back down, some of the students trying not to laugh. Shooting the students a glance, they all quickly fell silent. Smiling again, Kavar waved his hand and books started to float off the shelf and onto the students desks.
"Everybody open your books to the first page and start reading the entry about the basics of casting."
The room soon became deafly quiet, Rakko was amazed about how much power
Master Kavar had over his students. Catching Kavars eye, Rakko quickly started reading the paper.
After a few hours of reading, Rakko noticed that a few of the students had fallen asleep on their books. Kavar just seemed to float across the floor as he walked to each one, tapping them lightly on the head, after which they quickly resumed reading.
Rakko soon found his mind opening as he continued to read. He had just finished the entry when Kavar called for attention. The books floated back to the shelf's as Kavar called them all to stand in front of the class. Soon Kavar had set up a couple of targets, small bundles of straw on tripods.
"All the advanced students come forward and show the younger pupils what I would like them to do." Some students around the ages of sixteen walked forward. Rakko noticed that some of their robes had strange designs on them, but he decided to ask Kavar about them later. Closing their eyes they moved their hands in a pattern and chanted a few words. Small bolts of static electricity started to crackle from their fingers. They continued to chant some more, this time with their eyes open. Though it was an Iksar, standing tall with his long reptilian tail weaving around his feet, and his elongated snout smiling evilly as the electricity increased, in the middle of the line who had the most electricity coming from his scaled hands. It was him that Rakko was watching intently. With a shout they pushed their hands forward, most targets just back a little as the lighting struck them, or were scorched slightly. But the target that the Iksar aimed at quickly burst into flames!
Rakko jumped backwards slightly at the sight of the target burning, but Master Kavar waved his hand and the fire was put out. The older students took a bow, and Rakko clapped along with the rest of the younger students for them. Nodding Kavar turned to the younger students. "Who would like to try first?" The Dark Elf that Rakko had met earlier stepped forward, and took his place in front of a target. Rakko looked from the Elf to Kavar, but was pushed forward from behind. As soon as he caught Kavars gaze he knew that he wasn’t getting out of it. Sighing he took his place next to the elf as more students came forward.
"Just do your best class." Kavar said as he rested against the wall, watching the students.
Rakko thought back to the article he had read and what the Iksar had done. Closing his eyes he started chanting the incantation he had seen in the book, weaving his hands in the same pattern of what he had seen the Iksar do. Opening his eyes he saw his hands were virtually incased in electricity. This isn’t right, nobody had this much, he thought to himself, but he continued the spell. He knew that if it was dangerous Kavar would have stepped in.
By now, Kavar had stood up, his eyes wide as he watched him, but he couldn’t resist a smile as he saw the amount of electricity grow. Some of the students took a step back as Rakkos arms were now incased in blue electricity. With the last word, Rakko pushed both his hands forward. With a shower of sparks the target exploded in a stream of hay and scorched wood. Rakko gasped at the destruction that he had caused. Silence reined over the class as they all stared at him.
Kavar smiled as he started to clap, soon more students joined in, soon they were cheering and calling his name.
"How did you do that?!" The Dark Elf said, flabbergasted that an apprentice could do that. Rakko could only shrug.
"I don’t know? I just did what was in the book, and using what I saw the advanced students do." Smiling, Kavar patted him on the shoulder, speaking with that same grin he always seemed to have. "It seems we have a natural in our class."
Lessons, lessons, and more lessons
Again with his nose in his book Rakko had almost finished the apprentices book, far ahead of the rest of the class, humming a small tune he closed the book with the small bang. "Sorry." He quickly said as the class looked over at him but then they went back to their reading. Looking up at Master Kavar he motioned for him to come over.
Quickly leaving his seat Rakko walked up to Kavars desk at the front of the class. Setting his quill aside Kavar stood up as he walked into his office, Rakko following dutifully, not knowing what Kavar wanted of him. Nodding Kavar motioned to an empty seat in the middle of his office. "When you are done with the article practice the ice spell I taught you on the targets." Kavar called out to the class as the door shut. Turning to Rakko he nodded as he sat on his rather ornate chair that seemed to pulse with magical energy.
"Rakko, you have only been here a couple of months, and you have far exceeded any previous thoughts I had about you. I’m sure your parents would be proud of you." Rakko looked away for a second when he mentioned his parents, Kavar smiled at him, and Rakko could feel a calming presence come over him. "It seems that you have even passed some of the advanced pupils, here, I have something for you." Standing up he was lost behind a door behind his chair. He came back out in no less then a minute, a small box in his hands. "Here, I think you have earned this, and I hope it serves you well. Congratulations Wizard."
Rakkos eyes immediately widened and shot up to Kavar as he offered the box to him. "Bu-but Sir, normally it takes students years to graduate to Wizard. I couldn’t possibly already be there...can I?"
Kavars normal jovial air disappeared and Rakko knew that this was a side of Master Kavar that was never seen in the classroom. "Rakko listen carefully as I say this. You are ready. I have been tracking your progress carefully, I know you are ready, and deep down you know you are ready. Open the box." He commanded quietly as he turned around, making sure the door behind his desk was securely locked.
Slowly lifting up the lid Rakko could see a small glow coming from within. Ever so slowly opening the box all the way Rakko found himself looking at the robe of a true Freeport mage. The Dark green fabric glowed softly with power, and a wonderfully crafted wand sat neatly on the top. At a nod from Kavar Rakko quickly changed into his new robe, it was now that he noticed that it had a hood, a feature denied to the newer students. Looking back in the box Rakko found a entire Wizards essentials book set at the bottom, each bound in a strange looking leather, and a soft gold spine.
Smiling at Rakkos surprise Kavar knelt down next to him. "You are one of the brightest pupils that I have ever taught Rakko. I can already see that you are destined for great things."
"Thank you Master Kavar..I don't know what to say." Stammered Rakko as he slipped the dark green hood over his head, which after some adjusting, rested on his head but still gave his ears space to move. Kavar only smiled as he went to sit back in his chair, quickly returning to his normal self again, much to Rakko delight. "Now, Wizard Rakko, as you have probably seen during your time here. Some much older mage's come and go often, bringing back with them bags. What is in them are just some bits and pieces for our studies. Now, since this will be your first assignment, I won’t be sending
you far. Just to the Crossroads in the Commonlands to recover some supplies from the trading-master there. A Ratonga like yourself. I expect you to be back by tomorrow night at least."
Nodding Rakko left Kavars office, holding his new wand lightly as he slipped it into the
small ring in his new robe. The other students gaped at him, and Rakko could see surprise, awe, fear, and anger that he would graduate before them. Not sparring them a second glance he packed some supplies into a small backpack and set foot outside the mage's school for the first time in two months.
Taking out the first Wizards essential book Rakko started to read it as he walked toward the dock. Making sure to keep his eyes in front of him as he read. But a figure jumped in front of him, and the stench of alcohol was evident. Looking up Rakko could see the Troll that had almost killed him two months ago. He was clearly drunk, and his speech slurred as he swung a fist at Rakko. "Foolesh ratz...I kils yah!" Rakko quickly took a step backwards, and simply walked around the Troll as he continued to swing at the air, seeming to think Rakko was still there.
Smiling slightly he soon made it to the docks and started the short journey to the Commonlands, still reading his book as he rested against the rail.
Rakko couldn’t help but chuckle. Here he was born a beggar on Temple street. Now he was on the boat to the Commonlands, taking jobs from the mage's school, and already a Wizard when it normally took years. Trying not to look at the taller creatures around him he just smiled. Already a wizard, only having just celebrated his fourteenth birthday, what a good present