All Chapters of Rising With My Mystic Power: Chapter 11
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THE UNFORBIDDEN TRUTH
The footsteps grew louder, each strike of the boot echoing down the spiral staircase. Mordaine’s heart hammered in his chest. He quickly shut the book, though he hadn’t even opened it, and stepped back from the pedestal. The flame inside him flickered restlessly, as though urging him to fight, to flee, to do something. The air shifted as the newcomer entered the chamber. A slender figure stepped into the blue torchlight. Cloak swaying, golden hair catching the glow Lyra. Her eyes widened when she saw him. “Mordaine?” He froze. His throat felt dry. “I—” “What are you doing here?” she hissed, glancing around the chamber. Her gaze landed on The Forgotten Flame and lingered there with unsettling familiarity. “Do you even realize where you stand?” Mordaine swallowed hard. “I… was searching for answers.” Lyra’s voice dropped to a near whisper, her tone sharper now. “This place is forbidden for a reason. These are not teachings they are warnings. If the Masters find you down h
THE EMBER’S GARDEN
The cavern trembled with the beast’s roar, the sound bouncing from wall to wall until it seemed the entire earth was screaming. Mordaine staggered back, shielding his eyes from the shards of crystal raining from the ceiling. The creature loomed before him a hulking mass of molten rock, its chest pulsing with rivers of glowing magma. Jagged wings scraped against the cavern walls, showering sparks with every movement. Its eyes two burning furnaces locked on Mordaine. The guardian had awoken. And it was not pleased. Lyra grabbed Mordaine’s arm. “We have to run’’ Before she could finish, the guardian’s clawed hand came down like a falling mountain. Mordaine shoved her aside, rolling across the rough ground as stone shattered where they had been standing. Heat blasted his face. The creature’s molten breath hissed against the air. Mordaine’s instincts screamed to flee but the flame inside him surged, urging him forward. He could feel it tugging at him, like a chain pulling taut.
WHISPERS IN THE ASHES
The cavern lay in silence. The guardian’s broken shell cooled into black stone, its molten veins fading to dull cracks that still hissed with steam. The once blazing chamber now felt like a tomb, and Mordaine stood at its heart, still trembling from the fire that hadn’t quite left his veins. His chest rose and fell heavily. The flame within him pulsed like a second heartbeat quiet, restrained, but alive. It felt different now. Sharper. Hungrier. Lyra stood a short distance away, studying the cavern wall with her torch. Her silver dagger was gone, but her expression hadn’t softened. If anything, she looked… thoughtful. Troubled. Mordaine ran a hand through his sweat damp hair, forcing his voice steady. “That thing… it wasn’t just a guardian, was it?” Lyra’s torchlight flickered across her face, casting shadows in her eyes. She didn’t answer immediately, which told him enough. Finally, she said, “Guardians like that don’t appear by accident. They’re bound summoned to protect so
SPARKS AT DUSK
The sun dipped low on the horizon, painting the sky in streaks of amber and violet. The Academy’s training yard, usually a place of drills and discipline, had transformed into an arena of anticipation. Students filled the terraces, their chatter rising like buzzing wasps as word of the duel spread. Mordaine stood at the center of the yard, his palms damp, his breath steady but quick. Across from him, Kael Draven rolled his shoulders, sparks of electricity snapping across his arms. The faint scent of ozone already hung in the air. What am I doing here? Mordaine thought. His heart hammered. Every part of him wanted to flee to hide in the quiet of the library, or bury himself in the ruins where the whispers couldn’t reach him. But another voice pushed forward, steady and insistent. You’re not the boy you were. You’re the Ember’s heir. Prove it. The Master of Arms, a stern woman clad in black dueling robes, raised her staff. “By the rules of the Academy, this duel is sanctioned. N
WEIGHT OF EYES
The courtyard hadn’t emptied even after the duel ended. Students clustered in tight groups, their voices a low thunder rolling through the evening air. Mordaine pushed through them, every step a battle against the prickle of stares burning into his back. He could hear the words they weren’t even trying to whisper anymore. “Golden flame…” “Isn’t that impossible?” “He hid it all this time?” "No someone like him couldn’t there must be a trick.” The Ember inside him pulsed, restless, as though feeding on their suspicion. Mordaine clenched his fists, willing it to quiet. Not here. Not now. If I lose control again… At the edge of the yard, Kael leaned against a column, arms crossed, lightning flickering faintly around him. His smirk was gone, replaced by a razor-thin line of disdain. He didn’t speak, but the glare he gave Mordaine promised a storm yet to come. Mordaine quickened his pace. Lyra stepped into view. She wasn’t smiling. She wasn’t mocking. Her sharp eyes search
SHADOWS OF THE FORBIDDEN
The Council chamber doors slammed shut behind Mordaine with a boom that echoed down the empty marble corridor. For a long moment, he just stood there breathing hard, fists clenched, feeling the last trace of golden fire fade from his veins. His reflection flickered in the polished floor tiles, fractured by the weight pressing on him. Forbidden…. The word refused to leave his mind. It clung like iron chains, dragging with every thought. “Hey.” Lyra’s voice snapped him back. She was leaning against the pillar at the far end, arms crossed, her amber eyes sharp with worry. “You’re still in one piece. That’s better than I expected.” Mordaine gave a bitter laugh, though it sounded hollow in his throat. “I don’t know if I walked out of there free or just on borrowed time.” Lyra pushed away from the pillar, stepping close enough for him to see the faint scar at her jawline catch the light. “They’ll watch you now. Every step, every flicker of that flame.” “I know.” “And that me
CROSSROADS OF SHADOW
The moon hung low over the Arcane Academy, casting long silver streaks across the cobblestone paths. Mordaine Carrowell moved cautiously through the eastern wing, the parchment from Professor Serath clutched tightly in his hand. Every creak of a floorboard, every rustle of a curtain, seemed amplified in the silence. He knew that the Council’s Enforcer could be anywhere, following his steps with the patience of a predator. The note had promised truth, but Mordaine knew better than to trust anyone completely. Serath’s motives were opaque; his past hidden beneath layers of scholarly respectability and whispered rumors. And yet… the professor’s claim that Mordaine’s power was part of a lineage tied to his missing parents stirred a dangerous curiosity in him. He paused outside the shadowed library door. The air smelled faintly of parchment, candle wax, and something metallic ominous. Taking a deep breath, Mordaine pushed it open. Inside, Serath waited, seated at a long table strewn wi
TRIALS IN THE MORNING
The moon hung high over the outskirts of the Academy, spilling silver light over the misted courtyard. Mordaine crouched behind a low wall, eyes scanning the shadows. Tonight would be his first test outside the safety of the hidden chamber, and the Ember pulsed urgently, alive with anticipation. Lyra stood beside him, silently observing, her staff glinting faintly in the moonlight. “Remember,” she whispered, “the goal isn’t to fight everything you see. It’s to survive and to learn control.” Mordaine nodded, focusing his thoughts. The Ember flared lightly along his forearms, responding to his calm will. He could feel every nerve, every heartbeat, harmonizing with the flame. Tonight, he would learn the difference between raw power and true mastery. A low growl echoed from the shadows near the Academy’s old gardens. Golden eyes reflected in the darkness, a predator not of this world one of the rogue magical beasts that had begun roaming closer to the city. Mordaine’s pulse quickened
SHADOWS OF THE CULT
The night air had grown thick with unease. Ever since the incident in the courtyard, Mordaine had sensed a presence darker than any rogue beast, moving deliberately through the Academy’s outer grounds. Lyra and Mordaine navigated the shadowed paths near the northern walls, the Ember pulsing faintly beneath Mordaine’s skin. “Something’s coming,” she murmured, her staff glowing with protective enchantments. Before Mordaine could respond, a chilling wind swept through the trees, carrying whispers that sounded almost like voices. Figures emerged from the shadows, cloaked in black robes adorned with crimson sigils agents of the cult Serath had warned him about. Their eyes glimmered unnaturally, reflecting a hunger for power and destruction. Mordaine’s pulse quickened, but the Ember surged in anticipation, sensing the threat. He gripped the rod Serath had given him, feeling the fire wrap around it like a living entity. “Stay close,” he said to Lyra. The cultists struck simultaneously, s
EMBER IN THE FIELD
The morning mist clung to the edges of the city as Mordaine and Lyra slipped through narrow alleyways toward the northern district. Reports from a loyal informant had revealed unusual magical activity: the cult was attempting to open a portal to summon reinforcements. Mordaine’s jaw tightened. This was no longer about defense it was time to strike. Lyra’s staff glowed faintly, casting silver patterns on the wet cobblestones. “We have to be careful,” she warned. “They’ll be expecting retaliation, and this isn’t just a scouting mission anymore.” Mordaine nodded, feeling the Ember’s warmth pulse along his arms. Its intelligence was keen, sensing both danger and opportunity. For the first time, he felt a deeper connection, as if the flame could anticipate threats alongside him. He took a deep breath. “Then we move carefully but decisively.” From the shadows ahead, figures emerged, cloaked in black robes marked with crimson sigils. Mordaine counted at least a dozen, more than the previo