Clyde listened as the master spoke, wondering for a moment as he made mention of Cassandra... Calling her a Valterric? Clyde could not recall what that was exactly, but he was fairly sure it has something to do with monsters... But he had thought Cassandra was a ghost... Clyde would have to try and find out more on that later...
But listening, Clyde realized it was time for him to respond, and an actual question was being posed, not just more lecturing. So he thought on it for a moment or two, or at least pretended to, before nodding and saying he would do as asked with Aello...
Finally, after his saying this, it seemed time to fix him... And Clyde was very ready.... Already he hungrily clung to the bits of magic flowing through his body, the unnatural might bottled inside of him... Able to be used at his slightest whim, to do as he wanted...
Clyde shook his head as the master approached, and wondered for a moment... had he always been this obsessed with magic? As far as he could recall, he had, but it was tough to recall such a thing from before his loss of magic... But surely not, his magic felt so right, so strong, a part of him... Surely he had always felt this way about it... This love for it... This desire to free it, and watch as it did his bidding... But as he thought about it... He realized he did not really care which!
Clyde once more gave an odd smile, which would have seemed creepy to anyone paying attention... His grin seemed a little bit to... Happy... Considering everything that was going on... But Clyde could not help feeling this way knowing he would be regaining his powers...
Now the nuit held his hands on Clyde's head, and looked him deep in the eyes, speaking with more power than a voice normally carried...
"What is your name."
"Clyde Sullins..." Clyde felt something warm in the pit of his chest...
"Where were you born?"
"In Syliras...." It grew, now fed a bit by the rage as he thought of that accursed city...
"What color are your eyes?"
"Blue..." He laughed inside... No the thing did... The thing glowing in his belly, becoming stronger.... Laughed at his words....
"Are you a man?"
"Yes..." Clyde was starting to speak louder.... And louder with each answer... As the force built, ready to explode inside of him....
"Are you human?"
"Yes!...." It did not explode... But got bigger and bigger... Glowing hotter, but not burning...
"Do you have ten fingers?"
"Yes!!!..." The heat expanded, no longer only in his gut, shooting down to the tips of his toes with a warmth, his entire lower glowing with the force...
"How old are you?"
"Eighteen..." It was moving up, hitting his shoulders, and flowing down his arms....
"Are you alive?"
"YES!!!" It shot off once more, down to the tips of his fingers, up his neck and into his head... Finally swarming and building force in his head... Circling around his mind...
"Is magic real?"
With this last one, the man removed his hands... And Cylde felt it... THe full force... The brunt of the magic... It pushed him down, and he fell to his knees... More... And he was on all fours... An obsessive thought whispered in his mind... "Just say no... Say no... Magic is not true... It is false... A lie... Do not believe him..."
Clyde let out a whimper... Wordlessly moving his lips... He tried to say yes, but he could not get the words out, the force pushing down on him... Just saying that one word was more difficult than anything in his life...
He thrashed through his mind, as the spell tried to entrap him once more... Trying to find something to force it off... And finally he found it... Memories buried deeper... Even more so than the ones by the spell...
He was in a chamber, with stone walls, torches lighting the place... He knew he was in Syliras... he was chained to one wall... Unable to move... He tried to stay awake, as he dozed for a bit, and saw his hands bleeding... But at the same time he remembered it was so long ago... Long since healed... Close to thirteen years ago... When he was but a small boy...
Then he saw a person... There face hidden.... Approaching with a odd colored mist floating out.... And then pain, as the mist was thrust inside of him, into the cuts on his hands, into his mouth and nostrils... He gagged and choked and his body shook at the pain of the magic entering him... Changing him....
He blinked once... Twice... The remnants of the pain from the memory still fresh... And he was decided.... He rose, getting back to his knees, and then coming to a standing position, fighting the weight on him... But he knew... Knew the magic.... Was real....
"Is magic real?"
"YES!!!!!" Clyde screamed it coming full up to his height, tilting his head back and letting out the loud roar of his voice... "Yes magic is real! And I am a mage! I control the forces of magic in me, to do my bidding!"
Clyde looked around, fury once more rising inside of himself, but him with no outlet... He fought the urging of his mind to loosen a bolt of lightning, just to show off... That might not be so good indoors...
And started to laugh.... He laughed... And laughed... And laughed... And he found he could not stop laughing... He laughed till there were tears in his eyes...
Then still laughing, he held up one hand, exuding a bit of res out of his hand... It swirled and rose above his hand, and then with a snap of his fingers, the outside of the ball the size of a marble flared to life, spreading its flickering light in the room, just a few inches off his hand...
Almost as an afterthought, Clyde stopped laughing, watching the tiny flame flicker... He spoke once more, almost in a whisper... Not even realizing he spoke out loud... Or that anyone else was there, so lost in the flame of his creation was he... "And soon enough any who stand in my way will burn... Along with that accursed city Syliras... Soon enough..." |