Redemption: A Spellbound Inc Fantasy Story

First Time Learner: Chapter 5

*3rd Person P.O.V*

As Mivlatt walked behind Jorgin, the crunch of the dirt road beneath his feet, he opened his mouth to ask a question, but then stopped midway, nervous.

Jorgin seemed to notice, as he turned around to look at Mivlatt, his eyebrows raised. "You have questions, I presume?" He asked, sighing. His eyes seemed annoyed, but then in a flash, the look disappeared and went back to a blank stare.

"I do," Mivlatt said, continuing to walk forward, itching his face. He sighed, trying to think of how to word his question, then continued. "What was that red fire? I've never seen or heard anything like it before."

Jorgin chuckled softly, smirking. "You haven't heard of it because it's an old Magick. Even before the Battle of The Enemies. I used to be a scholar, much like yourself. I trained with old men who were masters of the Old Magicks." He paused, a look of contemplation on his face. "I did that for four years, but by then I was a master. Ten years passed, and I tried looking for the history of the Old Magicks, only to learn later that they had been destroyed. Does that answer your questions?" Jorgin asked, looking at Mivlatt with an insightful look on his face.

Mivlatt's eyes narrowed as if in thought, but he shook his head. "No, actually. It did not."

Jorgin then let out a loud laugh, which echoed across the sky, like the heavens started laughing with him.

Mivlatt couldn't help but smile also, but then thought about his questions again, which unnerved him. His smile disappeared, which Jorgin noticed.

"Your questions, they scare you. Am I right?" 

Mivlatt nodded, only a slight movement of his head. 

"Well, do ask. Maybe I can ease your worries."

Mivlatt hesitated, worried that maybe Jorgin would do something. Get mad with him for asking something like that. But he moved past his fears and continued in asking his questions. "I'll ask them one by one so you don't get confused."

Jorgin nodded, motioning for Mivlatt to go on.

"That fire, that red fire, can you teach me how to do that?" 

There was a change in Jorgin's face, a dangerous one. Instead of his eyes being soft and inviting, there was only anger and repellent. 

"Sorry," Mivlatt said, not knowing where to look or what to do. There had only been one other time which he had seen Jorgin this angry, and that was when the bandits had tried to steal from them.

But Jorgin put a hand on Mivlatt's right shoulder, a gentle and calming touch. "No, I'm sorry friend." Jorgin paused, sighing. "Unfortunately no, I cannot teach you that."

Mivlatt's heart sunk. He was only a lowly magician who could only do the bare minimum of Magick, which insisted of doing light shows for patrons, or for some people, reading palms to earn a living. 

"But," Jorgin continued, "If you want, I can teach you other Magick. More powerful Magick than what you can now do. More powerful than those light shows you do."

Mivlatt's mind was blown. Did Jorgin just read his mind? His heart relieved, he almost jumped at the chance, but on the outside contained his excitement so it only showed in his eyes. After all, he didn't want to start jumping around. That would make him much too eager. He looked at Jorgin, nodding.

"I can tell you are a little too excited to start, so I will tell you this once, and I assume you will listen."

Mivlatt nodded, making his excitement die down a little bit and listened intently, not wanting to miss anything.

"If I start you off with Magick such as the Red Fire, your energy will drain you to the point of total exhaustion. That my friend, is why I will only start you with what I would teach to a child. I promise you, be glad you are starting with the bare minimum of what I know. The more advanced Magick is very difficult. Even starting you off with what you already know, I doubt you can even pick up a large rock."

Mivlatt scoffed, offended. He shook his head and rolled his eyes, really annoyed. "If I can do light shows, I can definitely pick up a rock."

Jorgin's eyes lit up in challenge. "Oh really? Okay, try then." Jorgin stopped, then pointed to a heavy rock next to the dirt path they were walking on. 

"Don't I need a spell?" Mivlatt asked, confused.

Jorgin shook his head, chuckling. "For advanced Magick, you don't need spells. You use energy inside you. Find that energy, and there you go. Then you just need to say in your mind what you want to do, and then it happens."

Mivlatt stared at the rock, then back at Jorgin. "Is this just a trick? "

Jorgin shook his head, then walked towards Mivlatt. "No, it's not a trick. Close your eyes."

Mivlatt started to protest, rolling his eyes, but Jorgin exclaimed, "Do it! Now!" 

A groan came from Mivlatt, but he closed his eyes, enclosed in darkness. He felt Jorgin's hands on his shoulders and sighed. 

"Take a deep breath, then tune out everything around you but the sound of my voice."

Mivlatt inhaled deeply through his nose, then exhaled through his mouth, then tuned out the sound of the wind brushing the long green grass, the smell of the flowers, and the buzz of the earth below him and focused on Jorgin's voice, which was soft and quiet in his ears.

"Now find that energy I talked about. It feels like something inside you is calling out for you. Find it."

And he delved deep inside his soul, trying to find what Jorgin was talking about, but he couldn't. He took another deep breath when he heard something. It was soft, and distant, but he could hear it. And feel it. It felt flowy, like waves crashing on sand, but it also felt solid, an inescapable wall. He grabbed that feeling with his mind, but immediately lost it.

"Good, you grabbed it. Now do that again, but this time, think of what you want to do. Imagine the rock right in front of you and think of it floating."

And so he grabbed that flowy wave of Magick and thought in his mind of the rock floating. He squeezed his eyes shut, thinking of the rock so passionately.

"Now, open your eyes, but hold on to that flowy feeling."

Mivlatt forced his eyes open and there it was. Right in front of him, the gray rock was floating right at his chest, nothing holding it up. 

He gasped, surprised, and the rock thudded to the ground, spraying brown dirt all over the place.

"You're learning. Good job."