heard her right or
not, her face tints a light pink and I turn my gaze to the clouds
hoping it would write out the answer. I follow Tessa and after
several long minutes. I soon find myself in a clearing of a forest
that boarders the large city of Muland.
The awning is
not as dense so, it was just your regular forest, per say. By the
time I arrive, I see a bunch of frantic students around their early
twenties gaping at the sight of what I believe to be their
Instructor, immediately my hand finds my head as I shake it in both
utter disbelief and humiliation.
“ Do I
want to know?” I ask the man who’s wrapped around his own limps.
His legs wound up around his head, his arms locked through the gaps
and I know, it must be utterly painful because I know he’s not that
flexible.
“ Maybe
not.” he says and I hear gentle laughs around me,
it is an
amusing sight. Maybe he should have been a circus performer. Since,
he’s always going beyond what is required of the curriculum and
this is a perfect example, no doubt trying to show the students how
dangerous Wiccan Magic is. I move over to him and kneel, I examine
the painful position his in and wonder how I could unwind him. I
glance around. Was I the first person they thought of?
“ Ha!
Serves you right Harond.” says the voice, which I know all too
well. I turn to see a man with red hair and blue eyes. He holds his
stomach as he continues to laugh gasping every now and again for
air afore he manages to calm down and wipe a tear from his far
eye.
“ Can you
be anymore rude Sir
Vingreth?” I demand and he stands up straight.
“ Sorry
ma’am I didn’t see you there.” he apologizes and walks over, his
face grim as we try to figure out how to pull him from the shape
he’s in. I know we could just pull his legs from over his head but
I worry about the spell if it would even let us. “I’m not good with
Wiccan magic. Is there anyone else?” I ask knowing that I can help
but I just may risk turning him into a toad and I really didn’t
want that. He shakes his head than the words of Hazlitt enters my
mind ”if
you require aid you won’t have it” I frown at the
memory. That man always seems to know when to plant things in my
mind. I stand.
“Looks like I have no choice.” I say hiding the hint of fear I
feel.
“ Have no
choice in what . . . ?” begins Vingreth. I place my hands before me
and a green expel of energy is released from my hands and surrounds
Amandale’s form. His body slowly begins to unwind, in fear of
losing concentration, I try and disregard the small things that
would normally draw my mind from my task. With the last amount of
energy he manages to detangle himself and I slowly remove my
energy, looking at him questionably. The crowd collectively inhales
waiting for my spell to unwind. When nothing happens I relax. He
stands and rubs his sore muscles.
Later
that day, as I wonder the well-kept garden of the Order and sense a
presence nearby. I place my small pocket book on a bench beside me,
where I can return to it with a book mark. I step to the right,
small curled fists are launched towards me and I catch both. “Maybe
next time you boys shouldn’t cause so much noise.” I say eyeing
Zannan and Theo. The two ten year old boys, Orphans they are, taken
in by the Order with the potential to become accommodators of a
Gazric similar to ours. There’s however is only bonded through
energy and can be detached. The people of Zylaria were taught about
biological weapons from the Nefaliem.
Yet over
the centuries, just like Earth they manage to abuse what knowledge
or power they’ve gained and use it on their own. So our monarch
declared at that point for all Gazric Spouters to be programmed to
not harm that of their own world, depending on their brain waves.
Resulting in the Zylarians having more control over themselves with
intense discipline and certain gene groups which are expressed
readily within certain individuals.
not, her face tints a light pink and I turn my gaze to the clouds
hoping it would write out the answer. I follow Tessa and after
several long minutes. I soon find myself in a clearing of a forest
that boarders the large city of Muland.
The awning is
not as dense so, it was just your regular forest, per say. By the
time I arrive, I see a bunch of frantic students around their early
twenties gaping at the sight of what I believe to be their
Instructor, immediately my hand finds my head as I shake it in both
utter disbelief and humiliation.
“ Do I
want to know?” I ask the man who’s wrapped around his own limps.
His legs wound up around his head, his arms locked through the gaps
and I know, it must be utterly painful because I know he’s not that
flexible.
“ Maybe
not.” he says and I hear gentle laughs around me,
it is an
amusing sight. Maybe he should have been a circus performer. Since,
he’s always going beyond what is required of the curriculum and
this is a perfect example, no doubt trying to show the students how
dangerous Wiccan Magic is. I move over to him and kneel, I examine
the painful position his in and wonder how I could unwind him. I
glance around. Was I the first person they thought of?
“ Ha!
Serves you right Harond.” says the voice, which I know all too
well. I turn to see a man with red hair and blue eyes. He holds his
stomach as he continues to laugh gasping every now and again for
air afore he manages to calm down and wipe a tear from his far
eye.
“ Can you
be anymore rude Sir
Vingreth?” I demand and he stands up straight.
“ Sorry
ma’am I didn’t see you there.” he apologizes and walks over, his
face grim as we try to figure out how to pull him from the shape
he’s in. I know we could just pull his legs from over his head but
I worry about the spell if it would even let us. “I’m not good with
Wiccan magic. Is there anyone else?” I ask knowing that I can help
but I just may risk turning him into a toad and I really didn’t
want that. He shakes his head than the words of Hazlitt enters my
mind ”if
you require aid you won’t have it” I frown at the
memory. That man always seems to know when to plant things in my
mind. I stand.
“Looks like I have no choice.” I say hiding the hint of fear I
feel.
“ Have no
choice in what . . . ?” begins Vingreth. I place my hands before me
and a green expel of energy is released from my hands and surrounds
Amandale’s form. His body slowly begins to unwind, in fear of
losing concentration, I try and disregard the small things that
would normally draw my mind from my task. With the last amount of
energy he manages to detangle himself and I slowly remove my
energy, looking at him questionably. The crowd collectively inhales
waiting for my spell to unwind. When nothing happens I relax. He
stands and rubs his sore muscles.
Later
that day, as I wonder the well-kept garden of the Order and sense a
presence nearby. I place my small pocket book on a bench beside me,
where I can return to it with a book mark. I step to the right,
small curled fists are launched towards me and I catch both. “Maybe
next time you boys shouldn’t cause so much noise.” I say eyeing
Zannan and Theo. The two ten year old boys, Orphans they are, taken
in by the Order with the potential to become accommodators of a
Gazric similar to ours. There’s however is only bonded through
energy and can be detached. The people of Zylaria were taught about
biological weapons from the Nefaliem.
Yet over
the centuries, just like Earth they manage to abuse what knowledge
or power they’ve gained and use it on their own. So our monarch
declared at that point for all Gazric Spouters to be programmed to
not harm that of their own world, depending on their brain waves.
Resulting in the Zylarians having more control over themselves with
intense discipline and certain gene groups which are expressed
readily within certain individuals.
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