The Lens Of The Unseen

Chapter 05: The fervent doorway

The tension in the chamber thickened as your words faded into uncertainty.

Centinella’s expression changed first.

It wasn’t sudden it was like something inside her had been tightening for a long time and had finally reached its limit. Her breath shortened, and her gaze drifted past us, not focusing on any face, as if she was listening to something no one else could hear.

“Oh I would visit,” she said quietly, almost absent mindedly. “You’re right we have to speak about the five black wizards.”Her voice trembled on the last words.

Fosiane turned toward her sharply. “What is it, centinellla?” he asked.

But she didn’t answer immediately.

A strange stillness settled over her, the kind that makes even magic feel hesitant. Her hand slowly rose to her chest, fingers pressing against her heart as if she was trying to hold something in place.

“I think ” she whispered, “my intuition is saying something. Something bad is about to happen.”

Fosiane frowned, watching her carefully. “You’ve been wrong before?”

centinella gave a faint, uneasy shake of her head. “Never.”

That single word changed the air in the room.

Fosiane’s expression hardened slightly. He glanced at me, then back at her. “When centinella says something like that, it always happens.” he said.

The old wizard did not interrupt this time. He simply watched, his fingers resting on the edge of the summoned table, as if even he preferred not to disturb what was coming.

“What is wrong?” I asked, stepping closer to centinella. “Tell me.”

But she had stopped looking at us, and her eyes shifted focusing on something beyond the visible world, and then she began to speak, but not in our language.

A flow of strange, ancient syllables escaped her lips, sharp and fluid, like a forgotten dialect carved from wind and bone. It wasn’t human speech it carried rhythm, structure, intention. Magic shaped into sound.

Beside her, the elf reacted instantly.

It stepped closer, ears twitching, responding in the same language fast, precise, urgent. The exchange between them was too quick to follow, too layered to understand. It felt less like conversation and more like a warning being decoded in real time.

The old wizard’s eyes narrowed.

Centinella  moved slightly behind me, her hand no longer resting calmly on my shoulder but hovering ready. Something was wrong,and Immediate.

The elf finally stopped speaking. A heavy silence collapsed into the room like a falling ceiling.

And then, in a voice stripped of emotion, the elf said in broken common tongue: “They are already here.”

When I spoke with Centinella, the legendary wizard, about the Island of Spirits, a question weighed heavily on my mind.

“How can I get there?” I asked.

centinella looked at me for a moment before shaking her head.

“You can’t go, Soufiane,” he replied. “The journey is far too difficult.”

Before I could answer, the old wizard interrupted our conversation.

“You cannot go alone,” he said in a firm voice. “If you do, you will be killed.”

A brief silence followed, but it did not last long. Fosiane stepped forward and looked at the old wizard.

“Yes, he can’t go alone,” he said. “And he won’t. We will go with him.”

centinella turned his gaze toward us. A faint smile appeared on his face, though it quickly faded.

“We cannot leave our castles,” he said. “The danger is too great. We still do not know what the Black Wizard is planning. Until we do, we must remain where we are and protect what has been entrusted to us.”

The room fell silent.

centinella, the legendary wizard, was the guardian of the Forbidden Black Book of Spells, an ancient book whose secrets were known to very few. The old wizard was the master of the House of Spirits, a place surrounded by mystery and forgotten knowledge. As for Fosiane, he had once been the owner of the Age Stone and had spent years gathering countless books of magic, building one of the greatest collections of magical knowledge in existence.

Suddenly, a brilliant blue light appeared in the sky. Within moments, the heavens darkened, and the clear sky turned black as night. The sight was strange, unnatural, and unlike anything I had ever seen before.

I stared at it in shock.

“What is that?” I asked. “What’s going on?”

A feeling of fear crept into my heart as I watched the mysterious light. Its glow seemed to tear through the darkness itself.

“Don’t worry,” Centinella said, though she did not sound completely certain. Her eyes remained fixed on the sky. “I think it’s, Is it the door?”

Even she seemed unsure of what she was witnessing.

Fosiane looked up at the strange phenomenon. His eyes widened.

“Oh my God! Is it?” he said.

Then the old wizard spoke. Unlike the rest of us, he seemed to understand exactly what was happening. His expression remained calm as he gazed at the blue light above.

“It is the door between the world of magic and the real world,” he said.

We all turned toward him.

“If it has appeared here,” he continued, “then he is no longer in his real world. That is the power of magic. It has given him a chance. A chance either to remain here or to return to his home.”

At first, I did not understand what he meant.

“A chance?” I asked. “What do you mean by a chance? Is this the only one? Do I have to go now? If I don't, will I be trapped in darkness and in this world forever?”

The old wizard looked at me for a long moment before answering.

“You have to choose,” he said quietly. “Sometimes, life offers only a single path forward, and when that moment comes, you must make a decision.” His voice grew firmer,“You must make your decision and stand by it.”

I looked at the glowing doorway in the sky for a long moment. Beyond it was my world, the world where I had been born and raised. It was my chance to return home, but deep inside, I already knew my answer, it's just I didn't want to go back.

The world of magic had become more than just a strange place to me. It was now a world worth fighting for. A world threatened by the darkness of the Black Wizard. If there was even a small chance that I could help save it, then I wanted to stay.

I took a deep breath and made my decision.

"I will stay," I said. "I will remain in the world of magic and help protect it from the darkness of the Black Wizard."

For a moment, nobody spoke, then centinella smiled, "Very good, Soufiane," she said.

I could hear the happiness in her voice. She seemed relieved by my choice.

The old wizard nodded with approval, and Fosiane's face brightened as well. Both of them were pleased with my decision.

At that moment, I knew there was no turning back. My path had been chosen, and my future now belonged to the world of magic.