Bab 141: Poetic justice

Cael was thankful for the peaceful atmosphere of the island. Grass was soft, the air was warm, and the breeze was fresh and smelled of the sea. It was a fine place to feel one with nature while seeking inspiration. And Cael's storage book served him as a table to put paper on.

'Magic is like poetry,' he thought. 'But instead of rhyme and rhythm, you have to care about fitting all the meta-forms together.'

Poetry was familiar to Cael. He composed some songs before… They even were not half-bad, if he was the judge.

On top of the page set before Cael was written the text of the spell with words in Arcani, but spelled with Bearsh letters: "Eternal frost of the far North, come to my aid. Let your power be my chilling shield and my indomitable fortress."

For now, Cael wanted to add a few words to it without changing the spell's purpose. For example…