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 110
The road back from the Black Hills was heavier than the march east. They carried fewer supplies, fewer voices. Some who had left with Mason did not return. Their bodies lay buried beneath the charred ruins of the village, marked only by scorched stones and the smell of ash.Norra walked beside Mason in silence, her small hands clenched into fists. She had watched him burn shadows with fire that was not his. She had seen him shake after, skin pale, breath ragged.She had wanted to scream at him to stop. But she hadn’t. Because the shadows would have swallowed them all if he hadn’t.Now, with each step, her chest ached with a fear she could not voice. Refugees followed them west. Men, women, children with hollow eyes. They spoke in whispers that spread like smoke. “They say he carries the Saint’s fire.”“They say the silver-eyed warrior burns darkness itself.”“They say Aurora gave him her soul.”Mason heard them. He ignored them. His silver eyes stayed forward, cold as steel, but John
Chapter 109
The courtyard was quiet at dawn. The flame mark pulsed faintly, its glow softer than in the nights before. The pilgrims who had camped at the gates still slept, their breaths rising in steady clouds, but Mason was awake.He stood at the edge of the courtyard, silver eyes fixed on the east. The Black Hills waited there, jagged shadows across the horizon. His jaw was tight, his shoulders squared. He had not spoken much through the night, but all who saw him knew what weighed on him.The messenger’s last words were still sharp in his mind. “They gather. Fragments… shadows… Vazquez’s remnants.”Mason closed his hand into a fist. “Then we’ll meet them.”By midmorning, the survivors gathered in the ruined hall. It was smaller than it had been, half the roof missing, the stone cracked. But the voices inside carried strong.John stood at Mason’s side, his arms crossed, his silver eyes cool. Norra sat on the step nearby, her chin lifted high, defiance glowing in her young face.Students, old
Chapter 108
The courtyard was silent after the blaze. The flame mark glowed faintly in the stone, pulsing like a dying heartbeat. The survivors sat in a circle around it, their faces pale and heavy with grief. Norra had not moved in hours. Her hands rested on the mark, her forehead pressed against the warm stone. Her tears had dried, but her eyes were hollow, her voice faint. “She gave everything,” she whispered. “She was all we had.”The students bowed their heads. No one argued. No one dared until the air stirred. The mark flared suddenly, brighter than before. Sparks rose into the night, golden and silver, swirling together.The students gasped. Some cried out in fear, others in awe. Norra lifted her head sharply, her heart pounding. “Aurora…?”But the light was different this time. Stronger. Sharper. Not soft, like Aurora’s flame, but cutting, like steel through darkness.John stepped forward slowly, his silver eyes narrowing. “Wait. That isn’t her.”The sparks twisted upward, shaping into
Chapter 107
The sun rose over the academy ruins. Its light spilled across shattered walls, broken towers, and scorched earth. Yet even with the dawn, the brightest thing in the courtyard was not the sun.It was the flame mark burned into the stone. It pulsed faintly, gold light rising and falling like a heartbeat.The survivors gathered around it, whispering among themselves. Some bowed their heads in prayer. Others touched the stone carefully, as if afraid it might vanish.Norra sat beside the mark, her hands pressed against it. Her hair was tangled, her clothes torn, but her eyes burned fiercely with determination.She hadn’t left the mark since the night Aurora vanished into fire. When the younger students asked her why, she always gave the same answer. “Because she’s still here. I can feel her.”Her words spread quickly. The children began to sit near the mark with her, some whispering Aurora’s name, others humming softly like a song.Every time the mark glowed brighter, Norra’s heart leapt.
Chapter 106
The courtyard was silent. The fire had gone, leaving only smoke curling through the broken air. The ground was cracked, the walls scorched, the academy bells silent at last.At the center of it all, burned deep into the stone, was the mark: the shape of a flame. Norra stared at it, her chest heaving, her tears falling freely. She fell to her knees, pressing her hands to the mark as though she could pull Aurora back through it. Her voice broke in a whisper. “You can’t be gone… you can’t…”Around her, the students gathered slowly, their faces pale and hollow. No one spoke. Some were crying quietly, others just staring at the mark in stunned silence. One boy whispered shakily, “She… she saved us.”A girl beside him wept, clutching her arms. “But she’s gone. She’s really gone.”Their voices spread like ripples, sorrow echoing across the courtyard. John stood a few steps away, his silver eyes fixed on the mark. His jaw was tight, his fists clenched, his body trembling with something he c
Chapter 105
The sky split open. From the heavens above the academy, a column of fire descended, vast and bright, tearing through the clouds like the birth of a new sun.Students and teachers staggered back, shielding their eyes. Some cried out in awe, others in terror.Norra stood frozen in the courtyard, her eyes wide, her hands trembling. The warmth pressed against her skin like a tide. Her voice broke in a whisper. “Aurora.”The fire struck the ground in the center of the academy courtyard. The earth cracked, stones shattered, and light spilled across every wall.When the blaze faded, something stood in its heart. It was Aurora, yet not the Aurora they remembered.Her body glowed faintly, her skin traced with lines of light. Her hair burned like fire, flowing endlessly down her back. Her eyes blazed gold, brighter than the sun. Every step she took left sparks on the ground.The students gasped, fear and awe mingling. Some fell to their knees, whispering prayers. Others staggered back, clutchi
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