27th April, 2011
I had a dream, so clear and realistic that I thought
I was living the scene myself. My body felt so light and the wind was hitting
me on the face really fast, but I wasn’t bothered by it. I could see the ground
below me, but I wasn’t afraid from the height, it just felt natural for me. I
saw endless forests filled with life, vast seas so deep that nothing could reach
the end of it and mountains that looked as though they were touching the stars.
A world I never saw before.
But
then a strong orange light came from my front, and I felt a strong pain on my
side, as if it was burning. In the last image I saw, there were two dragons,
covered by a prideful aura and heading to where I was. Theirs colors
complemented each other if I have to say: red and blue, fire and ice. Then I fell,
fell in the darkness that seemed infinite to me, I no longer felt neither the
pain, nor the calmness while I was in the air. I just… didn’t felt anything
anymore...
I
was wandering a long time in the darkness; not knowing where was up or down. But
how much “a long time” is, you may be asking. I can’t tell you, because to me it
looked like I was there forever and, at the same time, just a second. A sound
then was heard through the nothingness; like bird’s chirpings, flowing wind and
people’s voice. My eyes started reacting, and a soft light entered though my
eyelids, sending me back to reality.
I
was looking, again, at the ceiling I saw when I first “arrived” at this
village. One of these days I should give my thanks to the elf that carried me
both times. Erestor was talking with Eres, looks like they were arguing at first,
because their faces were a bit reddish. When the elder noticed that I was
awake, took a chair and sit in front of the bed, looking at me with a serious
expression on his face.
I didn’t understand what was
happening, after the light explosion I didn’t remember anything. Wait, there
was something; my shoulder got stabbed really deep, but when I took a look at
it, there was neither bandage, blood… nor scar. But I’m pretty sure that I was
wounded, I still remember the excruciating pain I felt. I started touching the
place where there should be a cut with curiosity at first, fascination later
and fear about the unknown lastly.
Erestor started to explain me what
happened after I calmed down. The place we visited these past two days was the
castle of a long forgotten kingdom, buried underground by a whole forest. The
chamber where the egg was laid on was the room where the ancient wizards hold
their ceremonies and the altar where they made their sacrifices; some of them
humans, in other words, black magic. I asked Erestor what make this magic any
different than the magic from the elves. He took that question as an offense,
since his face showed a hint of disdain.
He then tried to explain me how
magic works. Taking the letter opener from my desk, he showed me his hand, and
then made a small cut on the skin. Blood started dripping from it, but not for
a long time, because a greenish light covered the wound, closing it in a few
seconds. This, as he explained to me in
the first days, was healing magic. I could imitate him, but just instinctively,
that’s why my learning was so slow. He said that this was the first branch of
magic, direct manipulation magic (green magic); it was basically used for
healing and treatments, but it is said that a few wizards could change their
bodies using this magic.
Then he held the small knife in
front of me. After saying a few words, the blade started glowing with a whitish
light, carving runes on it slowly. This was the second branch, infusing magic
(red magic). The wizard shares his energy with an inanimate object, giving it
special characteristics, moving or altering them and, at special circumstances,
creating something from two or more different things.
And finally – he
started saying – the black magic, a magic
art created just to kill. The green is life. The red is change. And the black
is stealing. They would steal the life energy from you and use it, probably to
make their rituals; rituals that brought more blood than they used on them.
I
listened to his explanation, but still didn’t get it. A room to practice black
magic? Does it mean the egg we found there was created by one of those rituals?
I can’t remember what happened there, but Erestor was trying to kill whatever
appeared from the egg. Now I understood the reason behind his irritation, he wasn’t
someone that takes pleasure in stealing another life.
He
confirmed my doubts after his explanation: the egg was the last trace of the
rituals that were hold there. He knew about it a long time ago, but preferred to
keep it in secret. He didn’t destroy the egg either, afraid of awakening
whatever was inside. The day he guided me there, Erestor wanted me to be aware
of this secret, in case that when he wasn’t alive anymore, I could take of it.
But when we arrived there, there was a crack on the egg, meaning that it was
awakening. The next day he took me with him to destroy it, thinking that two
swords would be better than one.
That
didn’t solve the sword mystery, why did he hide those things there? I was about
to ask about it, but then a more important question came to my mind. Just what happened there!? – I shouted.
Eres, still in the room, almost jumped at my yelling. She was already worried
with all the things his father was keeping from her, coming back hurt and with
me on his back didn’t calm her down.
The
moment that followed my shout was one of the most ridiculous ones I ever had,
if you don’t want to believe me, I won’t blame you. The elder touched my
forehead and recite a few words. Just after that, my head started hurting and I
felt like something was opening inside me. Then a dark light illuminated the
room, for a second it looked like night arrived. And finally the main dish, a
small black dragon appeared from nowhere in front of me.
At
first I jumped back instinctively, but the little critter followed me with a
funny sound. He was floating in the air, but his wings were almost still, doesn’t
look to me like it is using them… wait… that isn’t important, a real dragon is standing
just in front of me… well and at my back, and inside my shirt… he is a playful
little boy I have to admit it…
I
then looked at the elder with questioning eyes. He just let out a loudly sigh
and started explaining what happened. When the egg broke, all the magic inside
was set free without control; he charged at the magic nucleus, trying to seal
him with his life energy; but my shouting made him looked back at me, losing
focus on his sealing ritual. He said that a symbol was glowing on my forehead
and that, before the light covered everything, a third red eye opened at the
center of the drawing.
Looks
like the magic was absorbed by it, without giving any resistance. The eye then
gave a shape to all that wild magic, turning it into a physical body that,
according to Erestor’s words, reflected something important on my mind. And
like that, the black dragon baby appeared, turning into light again and
entering at the eye, closing it after that.
I
heard at his story and then looked at the dragon that was playing with my
pillow… I won’t be able to use it anymore. So this is something important for
me, a dragon that likes to destroy my things? Yeah, is the most important thing
in my whole life, I surely hope it isn’t… Erestor told me that, in short, the
dragon was a magical creature attached to my life energy. He then pointed at my
shoulder and explained that, because the massive magic was dwelled deep inside
my own life, my body underwent a raise in its capacities. More strength, speed,
enhanced regeneration; those were the direct advantages I was having.
I
looked at my hands, just seeing the ones I always had… well not always, the
once I had since a week ago… still they look the same, my body feel the same. I
thought it was a joke… I hoped it was a joke. I already lived too many changes
in these seven days; can’t I have a day for myself, to rest just a little?
Seeing
how bad I was assimilating this, Erestor just told me to rest the whole day. According
to his words, my body didn’t assimilate yet the magic entirely; if I were to
hold this much magic inside of me without a proper control, my body would
surely break down. Looks like yesterday I wasn’t able to write on my journey, I
wasn’t even awake after all, so today I’m writing two entries. That way I will
make time until the night arrive. I took an herb tea, following the elder’s advice,
he told me I would need it to bear with the pain… how encouraging… if I’m still
alive tomorrow, I will write how I spent the night.