Liam slowed his breath, seeking to control his body, his mind. Reaching for solace inside of himself.
“It has to be here, it has to be!” Came a voice from where the two figures gathered upon the dais ahead. Liam looked at the items on the table as he approached, listening to Glitter’s reply.
‘Master, I don’t think you recorded those elements here. I don’t have the records you are seeking. Why would I have details of the Daemons?’
“Dammit! Curse Arkon’s Darkness…If he knew about them, then why do this? Why ask for the book to be placed here…and who is that boy?!”
Liam looked up the mention of the Northern God of Frost and Darkness. “Arkon, did you say Arkon?”
‘Yes Liam, he did. Did you not think that both Danika and Arkon would be involved in the movements of the Greystone,’ replied Glitters.
“Stop being his servant help me find the answers!”
The wizard suddenly stopped and looked towards the simulacrum. New thoughts seemed to run through the wizard’s mind, one after another.
“Keep him asleep, and make sure Aris and Tor keep the boy, the staff, and the book together. I need time with Liam.”
Liam watched as the wizard composed himself and floated across the dais. He knelt and helped the boy to rise gently, directing him towards the rocking chair in the center of the raised platform. Glitters nodded, and the light changed from the pale green to brighter white, but he seemed to vanish from the cave.
As he walked Liam noticed that the round dais was covered in tiles, black and white, with the image of two dragons circling each other. The image of Perekoss, the strange Wizard. The one that the Sect told folks did not belong to any order, the one who chronicled The Wold itself and the land of Ar’rin, and the one who educated the people of all lands on the workings of Magick. He was respected in courts, cities near and far, and held the ire of the Shar Order, yet was allowed to wander freely.
It was rumored that he lived high in the mythical mountain of Kaless, the sanctuary of Danika herself from ancient times. Many stories and rumors floated through Liam’s mind as he wondered at the implications of this strange fellow’s identity.
Before Liam, the chair shimmered like a hazy summer heat and then split apart into two versions of the same chair facing one another. One was situated over the black tiles, the other over the white ones. Liam felt strange as he realized that the Pattern was shaping his life, he was coming face to face with Legends and the machinations of Godlings. He was witnessing magick on a daily basis, as if it wasn’t a thing from storybooks and bardic tales.
Liam and Perekoss both sat in the chairs, the wizard gently rocking, Liam uncomfortably holding the armrest still as he worked to control his breath and steady his mind.
Perekoss asked, “Tell me where you came from Liam, what IS your story.”
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