《Celestial Cycle》Chapter 8
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All of a sudden Dragis opened his eyes but he was floating above his body. “What is going on this is not part of my memory.” Dragis thought as the light separated the two boys.
“O! but is it not part of your memories? even when asleep the brain can still pick up noises and sense touch.”
“Who are you? Wait a more important question is how are you talking to me as if it is not a memory”
“I am a fragment that was left on your soul for you to find one day to better explain the powers you got.”
“You do know it has been over fifteen years since this happened right?”
“Well, then you were just slow then. Could you tell me what you know so far so I can save power and fill in the blanks?”
“Well when we woke up I lost all traces of magic for half a year then it returned and also manifested as all the elements in one go. A miracle most called it.”
“It took half a year to rewrite the part of your soul that sets your proficiencies. The fact that you can now use all elements was slightly beyond what I thought would happen but still a pleasant surprise. What else?”
“Lyzrac magic mutated fusing soul and flame creating a black flame that he calls The Underworld Flame.”
“This ability is exactly what was intended for him as well as boosting his maximum magic potential.”
“That you did he definitely beats me when it comes to magical endurance. His personality though became more calculating and colder as well as his anger became much more terrifying later in life.”
“It would seem masters personality was also transferred to him. That is a surprise.”
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“Wait for masters? So you are not the one who gave us this power?”
“No no no. I am just a time sprite.”
“A what?”
“Think of me as a magic life form infused with time magic and since you inherited the time and death magic you inherited me as well.”
“Wait I got time AND death? I had noticed the time mana but not the death mana.”
“Well, that’s because you have not died yet or almost dies at least.”
Dragis eyes went wide. “So I would have to put my life on the line to get that magic?”
“Why yes. All those with that magic have entered a near death state.”
“Well, I can mark that off my list of things to do.”
“But you need both death and life to control time.”
“SO that’s why the time mana blows up when I try to train it. Also, anyone not in the Church of Life or the Church of Death are not allowed to use that magic and time magic is outlawed.”
“So Odin feared it that much? Well, I can tell you why….Wait the spell that sent you to hear will be running out soon. Since we have met I will give you the next part of your inheritance. I will burn a location in your mind. IF you can find it you can gain great knowledge. Also for your brother get him to train his soul flame and focus it into his eyes and he will gain his next inheritance of the soul sprite. Farewell, my new master.”
“Wait for your new……..”
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