fervent
\ FUR-vuhnt \ , adjective;
1. having or showing great warmth or intensity of spirit, feeling, enthusiasm, etc.; ardent: a fervent admirer; a fervent plea.
2. hot; burning; glowing.
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Grena fervently held the small golden bottle and reached
through it to the realm of the gods.
Many eyes watched intently as she mentally called out to Inris, the God
of Magic. She had been chosen by the High
Magister himself to be the first person to use the reenchanted bottle, so she
couldn’t disappoint them. The eyes of
the Master Enchanter, the High Magister, and the five Magisters bored into
her. So, she was very happy when it didn’t
take all that long for the bottle to become active.
A violet
and blue glow appeared at the mouth of the bottle, showing the magic was taking
effect. Almost immediately afterwards,
Grena felt something. A presence echoing
in her mind. It was actually quite comforting,
not overwhelming like one would expect from a god.
“Greetings.” The presence said. The voice was also quite ordinary. In fact, it reminded her a great deal of her
grandfather.
“H-hello.” She thought, “You are Lord Inris, aren’t you?”
“Indeed. And you are.
Hmm, let me see. Ah yes, I
remember you.” Said the deity.
“Y-you do?”
Grena asked. She couldn’t help
but feel a sense of pride from that. It
wasn’t everybody who could claim that a god knew of them.
“Yes. It’s
very rare that someone outside the priesthood requests power you know.” Inris said jovially. Grena felt a shudder running through her
spine. She keenly remembered that
incident as well.
“You’re
not upset about that, are you?”
“Oh no,
of course not. In fact, I quite liked
the attempt. It’s why I gave you as much
as I did.”
“Ah. Well, thank you for that.” She breathed a quite sigh of relief and did
her best to ignore the quizzical looks of her mortal audience.
“Of course. Now though, you quite pleased me with this
little idea of yours as well. The item
you’re holding was until recently a cursed item, for obvious reasons. You’re the first one to ever think of turning
it into a holy one though. It quite
impressed not only me, but all of us.”
“Even
though I wasn’t a part of the altering?”
“Unimportant. The mages would have destroyed it. Honestly, most of us were hoping for
that. The idea came from you. Ah, but once we’re done here, you can inform
those who did the work I am quite pleased with them as well.”
“I’ll
tell them.”
“Good.
Now then, to business. Part of the
enchantment on the bottle now is that of a contract. And, I have just the thing.”
“What is
it?”
“You
remember the man who hired you and your party to acquire this item?”
“Of
course. Disturbing man.”
“There’s
a reason for that. He’s a spell caster
as well, and not a very nice one. He is
conducting experiments to warp and distort magic. His taint is spreading distressingly
quickly. I am charging you with the task
of eliminating these experiments. I don’t
care what you do with him, but the experiments must go.”
“It
shall be done.” Grena said. “Although it may take some time.” She did have to rendezvous with her party
after all.
“Irrelevant. As long as it gets done.”
“Very
well. Now, this will not be done for
free. In fact, I already know exactly
what you’re reward shall be.”
Grena
said nothing. She was just happy to be
talking with a god. The idea of what the
god of magic would give her was an amazing thing to think about.
“I have
two spells in mind. One is one you will
enjoy, and another that many will be grateful for. Have you ever heard of a specter?”
“I
have. It’s a kind of perfect ghost. Supposedly, it can look like anything, have
any kind of personality, and I’ve once heard it can even be given spells. But nobody’s ever been able to create
one. It’s only a dream right now.”
“All
that is true. And it’s only a dream
right now. I can give you the means of
creating one.”
“R-really?” Grena asked, getting more excited than she
liked to admit. She had always wanted to
create a ghost, and now she was being told that she’d create something even
better? It was a dream come true.
“Yes,
really. Now, for the other spell, I
believe the art of true healing will suffice?”
“Healing? But that’s already known.”
“To an
extent. Although with your current knowledge
it is limited. Priests of Lethon heal by
using the goddess’s power. Spellslingers
do so by sacrificing their own life.
With this spell, that will not be so.
This spell can change magical power into life itself, allowing one to
heal any wound or illness without sacrifice, provided you have to power to do
so.”
“I see.” Grena said.
She had never considered being a healer before because of the cost
involved. With known spells, the caster transferred
his life energy to the wounded. It did a
great job of healing, but reduced the lifespan of the caster. Needless to say, not many spellslingers chose
to become healers. “That would be
amazing.” She said.
“Indeed. Now then, I am placing a few things into the
bottle for your use. The spells I’m
giving you for one. You will be able to
use them, but they won’t be yours until you finish the task. I will also give you some power to use. It is limited, but if you use it wisely, it
should suffice.”
“I understand.” It was taking all her willpower not to jump
around the room in excitement. “Is that all you wish, Lord?”
“I believe
so. Although, I would prefer you hold on
to the bottle until your task is finished.
It passing into the hands of another shouldn’t disrupt the contract, but
it might pose some other problems.”
“Understood.”
“Good. Now then, I must leave you to your task. I have some other things I need to take care
of.”
No
sooner had the words been spoken than the presence in her mind disappeared. Grena placed the small bottle around her
neck. As soon as she did, her mind was
filled with new knowledge of spells she had never even dreamed possible. It was akin to reading them in a book, but
they were there.
“Well,
how did it go?” Asked one of the
Magisters. Grena blinked, smiled, and
told them everything.
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Where will this lead? Who knows. I have a few ideas, but not that many. It should be interesting though. At least, I hope so.
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