2025-02-18 00:49:58"Are you serious right now? You want his wand and spell book?Mason, you know that kind of magic isn't easy to take. It is not like you can just steal them and suddenly become like him Tony said carefully.
"I don't care how hard it is Tony. I'm tired of being the weak one, the one without magic, the one everyone looks down on. I've been patient. I've tried everything I can to get my own powers and magic wand but nothing's worked. Meanwhile, John walks around with all his wealth and power like it was handed to him on a silver platter" Mason voices out in frustration.
Tony could feel the weight of Mason's frustration. He had seen the way people like John and Aurora treated those without magic. It wasn't fair. But taking John's wand and spell book was a dangerous idea. John's magic came from his lineage and stealing that power wasn't just about taking his belongings.it would involve dark consequences. If the magic wand is not issued to you, the power of the wand would be unpredictable and the consequences could be devastating.
"Mason, I get it. I really do but you have to think about this. There is a difference between wanting power and going down a dark path to get it. The magic wand and the spellbook you're about to steal could turn against you because you're not the true owner. Once you start, there is no going back." Tony said carefully.
"I'm already on that path, Tony. They've already pushed me this far. I'm not going to sit around waiting for something to happen anymore. I'm going to take control of my own destiny. If that means stealing John's magic wand and spell book then so be it" Mason said with anger.
Later that day, as the night came, it was a cold night and a deep chill was felt over the grounds of John's father's mansion. The moon was covered with thick clouds, casting everything in deep shadows. Silent and determined, Mason moves with purpose through the darkness, his footsteps nearly light as he carefully maneuvered around the guards patrolling the mansion.
"Heavily guarded mansion, securities everywhere and a mansion filled with ancient magic, I can't be caught or else I will be long gone and destroyed" Mason said to himself.
Mason's mind was racing and his heart was beating in his chest but he kept his composure. He had planned this moment in his head over and over again. The guards, the layout of the mansion, he knew it all. His plan was simple and that is to get in and steal John's magic wasn't a spell book and get out before anyone noticed. The power they held would change everything for him. It was the key to his revenge and the key to becoming a powerful magician just like his parents and ancestors.
Finally, Mason reached the side of the mansion and carefully climbed up to the second floor window leading to John's room. The house was dead quiet as he slipped inside, his breath slow and controlled. The glow of the moon showed John lying on the bed, fast asleep.
"You piece of shit, this would teach you a lesson john" Mason whispered in silence.
Mason felt a surge of adrenaline as he tiptoed across the room, his eyes scanning every corner for the magical wand and spell book he was looking for. He searched the drawers, under the bed, the shelves and everywhere but the magic items he was looking for were nowhere to be found.
"Damn it, where the hell is it?" Mason whispered under his breath as he was getting more frustrated with every second that passed.
In his frustration, Mason noticed something strange. Kept away in a small, ancient box in the corner of the room, it was a fitted garment. It looked like a super suit but there was something magical about it. The fabric bled slightly in the dark and he could feel an aura of power coming from it. Mason hesitated for a Monet as he was drawn to the suit's strange energy.
"What the hell is this?" Mason muttered, his hand was reaching to the suit before finally gripping it. It was sleek, almost weightless and the more he looked at it the more he realized this was no ordinary suitm There was magic carved into this fabric.
Though it wasn't what he had come for, the suit charmed Mason. Its power was undeniable and if he couldn't leave with John's wand and spell book, then maybe this suit could offer him the advantage he needed.
Mason clenched his teeth as he kept staying longer and searching for the item he really wanted. After a few tense moments, he made his decision to leave with the magical suit. With the magical suit held tightly in his hands, he moved out of the mansion as he had come.
As he went back into the cold night, he was frustrated he hadn't gotten the wand and the spell book but the suit wasn't what he wanted but carried it out of curiosity and believing it would give him the edge he needed.
Back into the darkness of the mansion grounds, Mason moves quickly but carefully, as he slipped away from the guards once again as he made his way to safety. His mind was still racing. He didn't expect this turn of events but he knew he couldn't go back empty handed. With the magical suit in his possession, he would have to find another way to get his wand.
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Chapter 42
Away from the furthest edge, beneath shadowy skies, Mason and friends were walking, gripped by cold winds, the east and south winds once carried songs of the little birds, and now everything stood broken. A new thing had turned up in John's family vault, a hidden library underneath his estate. Only four had gone there.Mason, Aurora, Norra, and John. Elara had stayed behind at the academy to keep watch. The vault smelled ancient. Dust motes floated in thin shafts of light. Books were lined along very tall shelves. Scrolls lay scattered on the floor.John closed the door softly. His expression was slightly nervous. “This library… it is special. A library that my family built. It contains some secrets concerning our bloodline and also about the veil between worlds.”Mason nodded. He held Severing Blade like a crutch. It had no power now, but the weight still rested in his palms. "Anything that talks about soul anchors, the mirrors, or governing lines needs to be found."Aurora stepped
Chapter 41
The sun had set before Mason and his friends reached the edge of Cireen. The city lay silent and gray. Ash flaked from broken walls. No birds flew. No animals stirred.Mason looked at the silent streets and felt cold in his chest.Aurora tightened her cloak. She looked worried. “I don’t like this place,” she said softly.Mason nodded. He did not like it either. The air felt heavy. Their footsteps made dust rise. The night wind whispered across empty buildings.They set camp near the old gate, broken stone, rusted iron. Aurora lit a small green lantern. Norra checked her gear. Elara looked at old maps. Holt, the storm mage, watched the dark city.Mason stared at a statue near the gate. A woman in robes, face cracked, hands reaching into nothing. Mason whispered, “She looks broken.”Norra answered, “Maybe she knows we should not be here.”Mason did not speak. He stared at the empty city. He felt the letter's weight again in his pocket and the echo of that strange rune on the paper.Thre
Chapter 40
It took them three days to reach the outskirts of Cireen. The journey south from Argent Academy passed through mountain ranges of bone-white stone and valleys so quiet the wind seemed afraid to speak. No birds flew overhead. No beasts crossed their path. Only dust, and the ever-present feeling that something, someone, was watching.Cireen had once been a shining trade city, famous for its underground vaults and crystal-lit streets. But nearly a century ago, an explosion of unstable magic had swallowed half the city whole. Now it was a hollow shell, haunted, abandoned, and officially cursed by every known mage council. The perfect place for a soul anchor.They set up camp outside the main gate at dusk. Aurora secured the perimeter with light wards while Holt drilled a line of salt into the dust. Elara unrolled her maps, marking tunnel entrances and collapse zones. Norra fidgeted with her satchel, muttering incantations under her breath.Mason stood alone near a broken statue of a r
Chapter 39
The fog rolled in thick and early, long before dawn crept into the shattered halls of Argent Academy.It came not from the mountains nor from the lake beyond the western cliffs. No, this fog was wrong. Too cold. Too still. It didn’t swirl or dance with the wind. It clung. And it watched.Mason Reed stood alone in the observatory tower, the highest point in the academy still intact. His eyes tracked the curling mist below, following the patterns of white as they pooled in courtyards and crawled across rooftops like silent invaders.Behind him, the Severing Blade rested on a stone table. Its hilt pulsed faintly, as though reacting to the creeping mist. He didn’t trust silence anymore.“Another omen?” asked Aurora as she stepped in. She wore a silver-trimmed cloak, her hair pulled into a tight braid. Her eyes were bloodshot.“No,” Mason said without turning. “This is a warning.”She didn’t ask what he meant. Instead, she walked over and stood beside him, watching the fog with narrowed e
Chapter 38
The skies above Argent Academy burned violet when Mason saw it. Fires dotted the towers.The protective runes that lined the outer walls sputtered like dying candles.And worse, figures in black, robed in swirling shadow, marched on the stone causeways. Their faces were hidden, their steps silent.The Cabal had come.Mason stood on the ridge just before the bridge, clutching the Severing Blade. Around him, Norra cursed under her breath.Elara whispered a ward of detection, and Aurora scanned the scene below, her face grim. “This isn’t a raid,” she said quietly. “This is war.”“The breach was only the beginning,” Mason said.They watched as a wave of magical energy rolled over the southern tower. The wards crumbled like sand under pressure. Dozens of students ran, screaming. Professors fought back, but the enemy came in numbers.And worse, mirror spirits shimmered between them, slipping through cracks in reality, laughing as they tore through stone and spell.“Orvel is still inside,”
Chapter 37
The wind howled over the cliffs as the gates of Argent Academy faded behind them.Mason didn’t look back. Ahead lay the Silver Range, jagged mountains with peaks like spears aimed at the sky. Nestled deep in its core was a scar in the earth, the place maps called Lazareth Hollow. But the maps didn’t show how it bled magic. Or how its air ate memory like rot.Their group was smaller this time. Just five.Mason, armored in the cursed suit. Aurora, ever vigilant, her satchel lined with glyph traps and barrier scrolls. Norra, flame-eyed and restless, already chewing a root to calm her nerves. Elara, silent and pale, carrying the soul-compass, which trembled violently every time it pointed east, and Holt, their wild card, grizzled, storm-touched, and eerily calm.“We’ll reach the Hollow’s edge by dusk,” Holt said, pointing to the path spiraling between two crags. “If the storm doesn’t eat us.”Norra snorted. “Storms I can handle. It’s what lives in the Hollow I’m not ready for.”Aurora l
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