Magick Ch 2
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I stared at him wide eyed. “That can’t be! They can’t be dead! They just can’t be!” My eyes teared up. I took in a deep breath and tried to calm down. I was shaking, and my mentor wrapped me in a hug.
“I know, I loved them dearly also. This is a reason why you need to train more. You need to protect yourself.” He whispered in my ear.
I nodded and he pulled away. “R-Right. I need to be focused.” I shakily raised my scimitars.
“Alright. Today I am going teach you something new. It involves your dark ability. Raise your scimitars.”
I nodded and raised them. “Like this?”
“Yes, very good Jack. Now, channel your dark magic into the swords. Like opening a dam.”
I took in a deep breath focused. With a surge of magical energy, I felt it flow from my heart, through my arms, and then into my scimitars. The green stripe down the middle started to glow dark purple.
“Good.” I heard him mutter.
I smiled and put in more power.
He nodded. “Keep on going.”
I took in deep breath and it started to glow a deeper purple. I grunted as my focus started to wane. My mind wandered to the last time I saw my parents were alive. They left without warning, and the last thing they said to me was, “Do your training, and do not fail us.”
I wish I could have told them what I was thinking then. I never got the chance.
A bright flash of purple and the spell shattered. With a cry, I fell to my knees. I started to pant, my hot breath visible in the cold air. I was suddenly aware of the individual drops of rain, how green the grass was, how sulfurous the air was, and how loud the sounds of the city were. Pain resounded through my head. I cried out louder and covered my ears. “Make it stop.” I whimpered.
My mentor just stood there, not doing anything.
This pain continued for a couple minutes, fading to the background. I shakily stood up, groaning. “Sorry.” I spat out some blood.
“Try again.” He said.
I held up my scimitars again and started the process all over again. I grunted and felt my magic flow more freely. The purple glow grew brighter and brighter. With a small pop my scimitars were enveloped in dark tendrils, and they encircled the swords like a drill. The ends of the tendrils were in sharp points.
“Nice job. Now Jack, this is what I want you to do. Swing your swords to the left at me.” He widened his stance and crossed his arms.
I nodded and twisted to the left. I swung with my swords and the tendrils darted out. They encircled my mentor much like a tornado. I yelled and tightened my grip on the scimitars, and the tendrils tightened around him, wrapping him. I panted and dropped to one knee. The spell was released and my mentor flexed.
“Good job. Now, you need to do that again. We need you to do that almost instantaneously.”
I nodded and shakily stood up. I swayed and my vision darkened. I knew what was happening. A vision was taking hold, and I couldn’t do anything.
I staggered, slipped and fell into the wet grass. I closed my eyes and it took hold.
My mind traveled dislodged from my physical body, and wandered into the ethereal realm. Instead of traveling forward in time, which I was used to, I traveled back in time.
I was suddenly in a dark alley, the night life was settling down, three figures were in my vision. I couldn’t get a face off of any of them, but the third was shorter significantly from the other, about three feet tall. I heard a deep voice and my eyes widened. It was my father. So then the person standing next to him was my mother. I tried to move closer, but I was stuck to the spot I was in.
“Please. Do it for us!” My father said. His voice was rushed and urgent, something I’ve never heard from my normally cool and collected father.
”I don’t understand why I should help my sworn enemies with such a perilous task.” A raspy voice said. I recognized it as a goblin friend of my family, Turk was his name.
“We need your protection! We know your kind has some kind of protection spells. The Elders found about our little expeditions and they don’t like it.” My mother said.
“That’s why I can’t get involved!” Turk exclaimed. “If I get involved, then I could condemn my entire race to death!”
My mother and father groaned as one. “Are you sure?” Father asked.
Turk nodded. “Yes. I’m sure, but I can offer some advice. You knew what you were getting into, and the Elders found out. You died the moment you found about the Queen’s death. Just lie low. Now, I must be off. Have a nice night.” Turk disappeared into the night.
My mother sighed and turned to my father. “What do we do now? We can’t bring Jack into this. I guess we leave him.”
My father nodded. “He is a Darkmassige. We were going to leave him anyway.”
I could feel my mind traveling back to the present and anchoring to my physical body.
I woke in my body, sore. I groaned and sat up, a headache pounding through my mind. I replayed the events in my mind. My family was going to leave me, because of what I could do. All because I could channel darkness. Darkness was in my veins, and they hated me for it.
I didn’t feel anything at first. Emptiness rang through my being. I felt tears well up, and then stream down my face. I slowly wiped them away, and then my body started to tremble. Anger was welling up inside me. My power was coursing through me, and I couldn’t control it.
I let out a scream and every fragile thing in the room shattered. Ropes made of shadow whipped around me in a frenzy, so shard and dangerous, they tore apart the walls, the bed, and everything else that wasn’t broken. I was using my magical power at a tremendous pace, and I couldn’t calm down. I pounded my fist against my bed and the shadows grew thicker and more powerful. I gasped for breath, as my magical power was fading. I couldn’t control it. I started to pant as I felt my anger surge again, and this time my magic strained. I arched my back in pain, crying out. I fell back and the ropes of shadows stopped. I felt so tired. My magic was all used up, and I closed my eyes as more darkness wrapped me up.
I woke up in a different room, time was unknown to me. I sat up, my anger ebbed away. I sniffled and shuffled to the door, which was torn to shreds. I opened it and my mentor was standing there.
“Done with your little fit?” He sneered.
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.” He seemed colder to me than before.
“Now, what did you see?” He asked.
I shrugged. “What are you?” I asked. I’ve never seen him use magic before.
“What does it matter brat?” He growled.
I shook my head. “I’ve never seen you use magic before, and I know when I feel an Aggressor’s magic. So tell me again, what are you?” I asked forcefully.
He darted his hand towards my arm, grabbing it. “Enough games child. Your parent’s last wish involved you. If you’re a good boy, then you might find out.”
I took in a sharp breath, still weak from my earlier magic use, but I managed to wrench myself from his grasp. “What? Get rid of me?” I glared at him.
He widened his eyes. “How did you know?”