Chapter 4: New Electus
Getting ready for the road, with Mogranius putting those clothes on as a first step, one conversation after another broke but this time the debate is less heated.
Mogranius started it off, forming the conversation towards the fact that Ignites were practically untouchable. "How did all this happen though? Our country [Occidentis Ignis] was always able to withstand invasions because of the Powerful Witches and Wizards on these lands. How did we fall?"
Well at least Woldemir is educated enough to be well informed with this topic, he simply explained. "As far as I've read, this disaster started right after the so called "Electus" passed away. Akareas was her name If I remember right, she held this Country together."
Garther fell in even deeper shock right now, the Debate wasn't supposed to be heated. He shouted, "What?! Akareas died two hundred years ago? Either you are insane or I went insane."
"I don't think that anyone here is insane, but something strange is definitely going on." Woldemir pointed out, getting more confused than Mogranius come to think of it.
"I mentored Akareas." Exclaimed Mogranius so loudly that it almost made Eric fall off of the Wagon. If Cabbages weren't to be sold, he would hit him with one.
Thinking about the insane part, Woldemir started rethinking what he said earlier and found it appropriate to ask. "Does shooting those hot fireballs drain your noggin? How could you possibly mentor Akareas? She passed away two hundred years ago, I can even find you a history book so you can read it with your own eyes."
After that Woldemir grabs his bag and inside of it were several books. One was titled "Death of the last Electus".
Grabbing that book and handing it to Mogranius, he says. "Here you go, read for yourself. I don't know how else to convince you at the moment."
Mogranius opens the book, and after reading it a bit he figures that the text was copied from a Diary that was written by her second in command.
The writings spell out, "I am writing this journal with great despair as last night our Queen, our beloved Electus passed away as she was peacefully sleeping on her bed, she died at a stunning age of ninety three. She is no longer with us, but her spirit will always roam this great Castle. Crutal Town will remember the great Akareas as a fearless Hero, she was a worthy ruler indeed, a fair honest Women without doubt. But more importantly, I treasured her as my close friend. Akareas will be missed."
After reading this rather extensive but at the same time convincing part of the book, Mogranius got more and more convinced that Akareas actually did die so long ago!
"But how? I literally had contact with Akareas a few days ago. I left Town only for a few days, when did all this happen? This doesn't make sense!" He grabbed his head, letting out a deep sigh to ease his burden. It's not easy to lose a friend in such a way.
"You aren't the only one confused here old man, but if you seek deeper knowledge in this topic I can lead you to a Library ran by one of my friends, he is an Ignite and won't cause us trouble." Gently told Woldemir, trying his best to offer help to this kind-ish old man.
"Very well, that idea sounds reasonable enough. And I do have a theory about what happened, how I got here and maybe even how to fix this mess. But I do have another question." Stated Mogranius point by point, suddenly putting burden aside and going towards hope.
"Very well I'm glad we finally reached an agreement. And yes, ask as many questions as you please." Said Woldemir with a warm smile on his face, trying to remain calm as much as he could.
Having hesitations about asking this, since Woldemir seems to be in enough burden, Mogranius decided to skip it for now. "I will, but later! Now I need to think of a more well forged plan."
After 2 hours passed, Mogranius glanced at Eric once more and noticed that as time passed Eric fell asleep due to boredom yet again, as if he didn't see Black Wolves being burned to death a moment ago.
A perfect time for Mogranius to get his questions answered without freaking out a child. "I waited for your son to fall asleep, I did not wish to burden him with a huge question mark on his mind. But may I ask, how did he get his powers?"
Woldemir's face turned pale when he heard Garther utter those words. Hesitant, fiddling with that book he slowly explained with a whisper. "I am not ready to talk about that yet. It is a long story, that ended up with misery. I do not yet know where I will find the strength to explain this to Eric, it is a sensitive topic as he already hates me about it."
Trying to show sympathy, but also dying to get his questions answered, Mogranius decided to ask another question. "But can you at least tell me more about the mark on Eric's hand? There is a black mark that starts from the surface of his hands and runs down his fingers much like veins. How did he get that mark?"
Woldemir replies with a confused voice, "That mark on his hand, is a birthmark. He had it when he was born." Well at least that question was easy to answer.
"What? It is a birthmark you say? Well that is most interesting. This just gave more light at this dark cloud of questions on my head. This started making more and more sense now." Exclaimed Mogranius as he stroked his beard.
"What? What started making more sense? Be more clear!" Asked Woldemir in great curiosity and concern the most.
The relief was quite easy to be heard on Mogranius' voice as he continually repeated. "This makes a lot of sense".
But of course he has more to say about this topic, and his tone arose in enthusiasm as he explained. "That mark on Eric's hand isn't a coincidence, that mark can only appear on one person. Your son... your son is the new Electus! Our new hope!"
Woldemir's face turns even more pale at this moment, you'd think he would be happy. He is surprised how Eric is blessed with such unbelievable power but yet he is terrified. He feared for Eric's life.
In an Entire Continent [Ignis] where Magic is banned, where any being who practices magic is either hung, burned to death or beheaded. His son, Eric is born as a Wizard.
Not a normal Wizard either, so the risks of Eric getting killed are even larger because of the special attention he would get.
Woldemir then utters with a tone signifying fear, sadness, shaking. "But..But, it can not be! Out of possibly tens of thousands of people here on Ignis, why my son? Oh my god. Those monsters are going to burn my son alive, much like they did with his moth..."
Mogranius can notice all the burden on Woldemir's voice and his eyes too, as he can hear his voice trembling and his eyes tearing up from fear.
It was up to Mogranius to comfort this time, he has to do it for the sake of Woldemir's sanity. "Man, calm down, you should know that your son is steps away from becoming the most powerful human to currently walk the earth. He can change the fate of so many people!"
In a low whispering tone, but definitely intense, Woldemir tries to explain. "But you don't understand. No matter how powerful he is, he can't go against an entire Continent. The illustratio owns this hellhole, they are in charge."
Trying to bring reasoning back to the conversation, Mogranius explained. "But you know the only reason we got invaded is because the previous Electus died, without Akareas our Country was just like a flightless duck."
"But still, Eric has no experience. He doesn't know what to do or how to do it. He doesn't even know of his powers, if he gets attacked by a illustratio group he has no chance of surviving it." It is well determined here that Woldemir has no faith in his son, rough but understandable.
With an attitude fearsome like a Source Bear, Mogranius doesn't have giving up in his agenda so he stated with all of his guts! "That's what practice is for, Heroes aren't made in a day. I personally want to train him, I want to help him unlock his true potential."
Thinking this situation through as Woldemir was mentally struggling in silence, Mogranius found it comforting to add. "Maybe I was sent here to help bring balance to this Continent again, maybe it is my destiny."
Woldemir finds slight relief, but his curiosity is at its peak. He asks with is maners sharp, "Alright, I appreciate the thoughtful offer but where exactly will you train him? If one person runs into us, the only thing you can do to silence them is to kill them. Even if they do want to stay quiet, they fear the illustratio."
Confident, Mogranius answered. "Leave that to me."
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MisterE05 This chapter has been a bit of an info dump but it's very important for the rest of the series so may patience be with you.
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Chapter 5: The Time Traveller
Puzzled, trying to figure out what makes sense and what not for the past ten minutes, Woldemir found it appropriate to ask now. "I have a question. How... just how did you end up getting lost in the woods and miss two hundred years of war?"
The color on Mogranius' face turned rather pale as Woldemir seeked a deeper explanation of this predicament. But yet he found the nerve to answer. "I was with Akareas, the previous Electus. We were researching more about the most unknown power to any Wizard or Witch, the mysterious powers of Teleportation."
These powers ring a bell, but just to be sure Woldemir asked. "Correct me if I'm wrong but as far as I've been told, teleportation is where you disappear into thin air and appear somewhere else."
Nodding in agreement as he thought through some other points, Mogranius clumsily replied. "Yes yes, you've heard."
"How does it equal to you skipping two hundred years?" Scratching his head, Woldemir couldn't comprehend this theory.
What Mogranius is basically referring to is teleportation and above that, he is talking about Time Travel as well. Teleportation is a blur to most, explained as a fairy tale but considered as a magical power that every Electus should have. While Time Travel isn't even one of the 8 powers. The theory keeps getting crazier by the second.
Thankfully Mogranius is willing to shed more light through this mountain of confusing darkness. "See, before I found myself in these woods, we were tipped off by an adventurer that a book about teleportation is deep down an underground dungeon."
Instantly seeing this as a bad start, Woldemir couldn't help asking. "And you believed him? Adventurers are full of malarkey, they robbed so many rich men for elixirs that apparently grant immortality."
Shouting his sentences, his neck hair up thanks to recalling the scene, Mogranius butchered. "Oh an Adventurer tricking us became the least of our concern, although he didn't lie about the book!"
"So I'm assuming something went wrong?" Asked Woldemir, he figured out a bit where this is going.
"It did!" He yelled again and continued. "Right after we found the book, managing to read a few pages of it too. But the dungeon was abandoned a couple of centuries ago, it didn't take long for a disaster to follow."
His attention given entirely towards the storyteller, Woldemir asked with his eyes wide open. "What happened?"
"Out of nowhere, part of the dungeon collapsed." Mogranius shouted once more and raised his arms towards the sky to add a little drama.
"So that's how you got here? Did the dungeon kill you or...?" Asked Woldemir while still having it hard to put two and two together.
Time Travel doesn't link here and he is getting convinced that Mogranius is a ghost, well Chapels would describe anything unusual as demonic or paranormal so why not aye?
A bit pissed, Mogranius added. "You would have known if you stopped interrupting my story!"
"But I didn't..." Woldemir tried to speak but got interrupted, ironic ha?
Becoming a bit of a drama queen, Mogranius explained. "I was exactly at the area where the dungeon collapsed. A second before large boulders and dirt were about to crush the soul out of me, Akareas casted a teleportation spell on me. That might explain how I got here."
Now continuing to be confused, but also shocked, Woldemir pointed out a little fact. "But didn't you say that she didn't know anything about Teleportation Powers?"
"That could be the reason why I am here now, that's my best theory. I don't know what else to think." The situation is complex, it is a drag when you put an all powerful Electus behind an unknown spell.
Since books became the topic again, Woldemir pitched. "My best advice would be to look for that special book in the Crutal Castle, maybe Akareas took it with her since she clearly survived that Dungeon collapse."
His eyes sparkling with hope, Mogranius looked at Woldemir as if he fell in love and expressed. "And with Eric as the Electus, surely I can teleport back in time somehow?"
"It is settled then, we will try to find that book." Woldemir smiled, but wanted to end that topic as well. He pointed forward and said, "Look where we have arrived!"
The second Mogranius looks forward, he sees the big and beautiful Crutal Town after hours and hours of travelling, they even had to stop and set up camp last night for the sake of not collapsing.
His mouth remains open for a little while, he is amazed to see his home again and we can't deprive you of the fact that Crutal Town is majestically beautiful.
There are roots of plants spreading out everywhere, each stretching several meters through thick stone walls and colorful flowers blooming on those roots as well.
The Town is large itself as well, from one end to the other it surely held around five hundred houses. Most of the houses weren't exactly small either, it is indeed the wealthiest Town in [Country] Occidentis Ignis.
A tear dropping from his left eye, surfing down his cheek before it met the ground, Mogranius stuttered. "So much has changed, yet it changed in a good way. This place looks more beautiful than ever."
Accidentally ruining his moment with the Town, Woldemir agreed. "I agree it is beautiful, this race has a fancy about decorating buildings or anything in general with plants. Most likely supported from the money that they force out of our race though."
Mogranius isn't in the best emotional position to talk, so Woldemir used this opportunity to get some things straight. "From this point, you have to be careful of what you say and do. The illustratios have a thing about throwing fines over Ignites for ridiculous reasons."
Raising an eyebrow, curiosity overwhelming. Mogranius asked, "What sort of reasons?"
Trying to define stupidity, Woldemir shared a little case of his own. "Last summer I got fined for reading a book that wasn't about the illustratio, the finnes are outrageous as well."
"I knew illustratios weren't particularly bright, but this tips the bucket." You can't blame the old man here, who in their right mind would fine you for reading a book?
"They are more brutal than they are stupid, If you can't pay the fines they'll throw you in the dungeon and beat you until your back is softer than your stomach." Woldemir lifted part of his shirt from behind, showing the scars that didn't disappear for over a year.
As they approached Crutal Town closer and they reached the main gate, they immediately got approached by a couple of illustratio gatekeepers.
Truly devilish looking characters, not literally though. Their skin color doesn't look like a typical stereotyped devil.
Their skin color is green and one other eye catching feature are their blood veins. From head to toe their veins are covered with a darker shade of green and a light dark shade of red as well here and there.
But most of the blood vein color running through their body is green.
Their eyes are the most devil like part about them, they have these freakish completely red eyes! Difficult to look at without getting uncomfortable especially if one is yelling at you.
These gatekeepers have fairly long hair too, much like every other race in these medieval times but theirs is green in colour. These body features however weren't nearly enough devil like compared to their tongue and behaviour.
As soon as the Gatekeepers approached the Wagon, one of them pulls out a longsword and turned towards Mogranius, shouting. "State your business here you diseased devilish Ignite or my sword will be meeting your neck."
Before Mogranius utters a single word, Woldemir jumps in the conversation and shouts. "Do not hurt him, he is my cousin. He comes from the other side of our Country [Occidentis Ignis]."
The other gate keeper replies with, "Oh so basically he is a worthless rag from Gaster Town?"
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Thank you for coming to this venting session.
- Mogranius ;)
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