Spring, 1, 413 AV
He found himself sitting on the docks of Sahova. A part of him had to wonder if he enjoyed the sea or was it more along the idea of him wanting to run away? He had already ran away long ago but was he wanting to do it again?
He had no idea. That idea seemed so odd to him since he had a home in the island. A room, all the books he could read and even had magical research going on. Yet was it enough for him? What was the reason he stayed? What was the core reason for his passions? What made him not run away and see the world?
He wanted power. Yet what did that word mean? He knew it meant able to do something along with the synonyms were along the lines of might, force and even authority. Authority, could that be what he wanted? In the end it would mean he had all the power if he could handle it.
The power over Sahova. That idea came to him like a wave crashing into rocks. If anyone knew that idea then he would be killed for nothing could change Sahova for it was a timeless island. How could he even go about that?
He had to have power. More power than his little mind could even start to grasp. He had to have the type of power that could make cities run with a wave of his hand. He thought hard on that simple childish day dream. Could it be done? What would be the price? Could he pay it in the end? Would he even be able to look at himself in his reflection?
The ideas and thoughts filled his mind as he let his Djed pool to the surface along his eyes. The world shifting and weaving as his eyes were able to understand the world as the auras of the djed were awoken around him. It was getting easier and easier for him to see the world on how it was meant to be.
How could he have been so blind for so long? He hated not seeing the world in its real essence as he saw the djed of the water, the docks and even in his hands as he looked upon them. Each time he pulled his magic to the surface of his mind he felt like he could hold on to it for longer and longer each time. It gave him power. Power he had lacked when he was just a simple boy so long ago. Yet how far could this power go?
It was such a simple question or at least he thought so as he cleared him mind. Mediation was also getting faster for him. He was turning into a different person over time but he knew it was something everyone did. Maybe this was just him growing up? He was not sure as he focused a single thought. Emptiness. Void of all life, sound and color. A black hole in space and time as he focused his djed into a single space. It did not take long before a small hole ripped into the air. It was the size of his fist, just above the surface of the water. With each wave going near it the water just faded away as the portal pulled it inside.
Normally he would just form the portal then let it close yet this time he kept focus upon it feeding it slowly with his djed. He had to understand it. Had to understand how it worked, how long it would handle.
He felt his energy draining as he kept adding fuel to the fire but he could not hold on any longer as he pulled the flow of Djed back into him. The portal did not stay stable as it closed in on itself with no more fuel but he got the results he needed. It gave him a reason.
He would keep trying. He would try to find a way to open a larger portal and keep it stable. One day he would make cities bow before him. He would find a way to hold Sahova in his hand but he knew he was a Sahovan mage and the island had so many more along with so many older Nuits who had such a long time to have plans in place for power.
So much work he would have to do in order to prove himself. He had to start. He had to start and not to look back but would this path take him to his dreams or his nightmares?