Chapter2

  Brothers and family bonds.

  I was about four years of age, when my father asked me to come help on our small farm. I went quite willingly, seeing as it gave me chance to build up strength and hone my body so I would not lose my agility. Although I did not really need it seeing as I had long since learned how to climb the rafters behind the house to get to the roof. I had to learn it quite early in life, so I could escape Hurial and his lackey’s bullying.

  Turned out that the farm was somewhat automated, there were spells that kept most of the necessary things running smoothly, and without a hitch. The real thing they were doing during all that time was in truth, sword training.

  Dad would wield a great sword, very like those of the early Vikings. He and Bradon would go on and on for hours, trying each other’s strengths and weaknesses.

  My father asked me to watch and learn as much as I could. To me it all seemed quite primitive. I was used to wielding a bamboo kendo practice sword in my previous life. My dad fashioned me a wooden likeness of his sword that I found way to bulky.

  He expected me to follow his movements, even though I knew my knowledge of the art of ancient samurai sword techniques were far superior to his brutish slashing and swinging.

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  It was on one of the times that I went to the nearby town known as hearthsmeth that my father stopped at the local blacksmith, which was a good friend of dads. he was a thick muscled burly man, always smiling. There was a constant layer of black grease and smog around him, and his teeth was almost orange.

  My father needed a new pot made for the head chef, seeing as the old one was blown up as a prank from Hurial and was not as such able to hold even a little bit of broth, as a distraught chef had said, hat slightly askew and tears streaming down his face. I was able to see all the work they had been doing in the smiths shop and I was captivated. I had seen many videos in my previous life concerning smithing, mostly because I always wanted to create my own katana. The shop had incorporated machines that each had strange spells bound to them. Spells that allowed them to move up and down with swift beating speeds, controlled by the pressure pedals down on the side.

  There were an assortment of swords shields and other paraphernalia usually found in a smith’s workshop. That was when I decided that if I wanted to make my own sword, the best way would be to help these men in a later stage of my life for now, all I could do was to try and observe them as they worked.

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  That was not the only progress made, the roof of our house had a hidden hatch, leading to a hidden attic. The floor was mostly covered with wool and fibres for insolation, but it also made it the best place for my hide out. When I wanted to get away from Hurial. That was where I first practiced my magic in secret, I used the spell I had heard from the priest not so long ago.

  Even though I had a small bit of trouble with the pronunciation of the ancient words. It follows “DUAETH NURRT? LO THES SIKAI , OPTON LOURVIERRH ONK EK MAGIKE OPTROL .” Or roughly translates to ‘Hidden secrets of this world, show yourself to my magic sight.’ The things I saw astonished me. I saw as though there was only green, red and blue light and dark spots, it was almost like looking at a 360-degree monochrome, yet colourful landscape, I could see the floor I sat on, but I also saw through it like it was somewhat transparent, I saw the rats and mice in their burrows. Them being little blue specs of light, I saw my mother and father as well as the other living people in the house, most of which were bright green flames of light surrounded by a silhouette of their body’s shape. But also somewhat different, I realized later that was how they saw their image in their mind.

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  I then saw my brothers bradon was a massive green blob of liquid light, asrial was almost dark green but still green, but hurial was a massive red ball of fire with writhing darkness, his silhouette seeming taller and unsteady, I saw a tendrel of flame extricated from it running straight at asrial, and where it touched asrial it burned an odd shade of brown.

  That troubled me and I thought I understood it somewhat more than most would , hurial was not right , and he was not sure of himself , he was filled with hate and jealousy and a dark desire as of yet unknown, and the tendrel was him corrupting asrial and making him more evil, I wished I knew how to stop him or at least cure him of his hatred but I had no idea of where to start.

  Then I saw the air around me and immediately and I was completely dumb struck, I had a golden aura around me, and there was an impressively large bright gold tendrel that seemed to go straight out from my mind and made an odd sort of eye in the middle.

  Then a large tiredness came over me, and I said,” GORNTH”. Which meant ‘stop’ and I saw through my own eyes again, I felt my lids heavy and saw my limbs felt incredibly like molten lead and I was incredibly hungry. After about 20 minutes, I felt my strength return and I climbed back down, I went inside and smelled a starvation inducing smell from the kitchen and followed my nose, there I saw the head chef busy making what looked like pancakes. When he saw me, he smiled and said “well hey there my little fast learner, hungry?” I smiled and nodded my head. he took one pancake and put on a plate; he gave it to me and asked me to tell him how it tastes. I took it and had an idea, just yesterday he had made some syrup.

  I went and got it and added a bit to my pancake, I took a bite and was in heaven. he looked at me askew, he then said that he had gotten a recipe a while ago from a far traveling adventurer. he then laughed , he told me that the adventurer also ate it with syrup, although he himself had never made it like that, and he wondered how I figured out to eat it like that, I told him it just made sense to me, he laughed and said that he really must have been right about me all along.

  I had felt my strength return slowly and at last my body did not seem so sluggish. I decided that I ought to return some of the books I borrowed from my mother’s book rack. I snuck back to my attic space and grabbed the grammar books for the magical language, and crept my way toward my mother’s study.

  I quickly remembered where I had taken each of the books from and replaced them at their allocated spot, then I decided I should try something, seeing as I was able to use that priests spell, I thought that maybe I just might try elemental magic. I grabbed a few books on water, fire, earth, air, and an old dust covered one that read energy manipulation for the advanced, and quickly dashed through the door, not noticing my mother staring in disbelief as I run out with an arm full of books.

  (A few moments earlier)

  ‘There you go.’ I tell miss Tensiosa. while giving her, her medicinal herbs to brew for her son, he has been sick with newt pox a nasty Petrich smelly sickness that leaves sticky runny boils and is incredibly hard to treat. so decided I would go and consult one of my few books on illnesses and how to treat them . as I walked to my study I heard an odd shuffling scampering noise and the sound of books being taken out of the self at first my thoughts turned to thiefs but then I saw him barely able to carry all of the books , dashing out of the study and sauntering upstairs. I stood there shocked did I just see Lucian running with an arm full of what looked like spell books to his room?

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