Worthy Of Magic

Part 57 - Mulling things over

An abstract of Aura.

Red – Power, Security, Jealousy.

Orange – Pleasure, Appreciation, Comfort.

Yellow – Status, Authority.

Green – Love, Compassion.

Blue – Knowledge, Influence.

Violet – Clairvoyance, Unification.

White - The Source

No one had the patience to speak the language of magic anymore.

They only wanted it translated for them and communicated to others without bothering to understand what was being said.

They need to learn. How will we teach them? Will they remember what survival of the fittest means?

Strange dreams began to take shape in his mind. Images of the past. The desert. Solitude. Magic. The struggle to survive. It all began to warp and create an idea that was once not yet clear to Harry. It was now.

The solution was quite simple. A reboot was needed with the right parameters at its core. All that remained was fitting the final pieces of the puzzle in the right spaces.

He woke up, his body rested, and mind eager to continue the journey whose end was as clear as the crack of dawn.

He left the tent and soaked in the cool breeze aglow in the light of dawn as he head down to the artificial pool by the beach.

He sat on the soft, cool sand and admired the horizon. It was his first time relaxing on a beach.

Harry spent some time letting his mind go idle and just soaked in the light of dawn and the sound of the sea until he felt his stomach growl. He fished out some sea food and cooked it medium rare with a absent minded thought before nibbling it to the bone.

Hunger satisfied, and sustenance met, he finally turned his attention to the spaces where his arm and eye used to be, the spaces he had been ignoring until now.

Their loss did hurt. However, he knew with magic at his command, they could be brought back. The dilemma he was wrestling with was, should he? They were his sacrifices to the Source. The Source; which was far uglier and alien than he could have ever imagined. Emptiness, death and terror. Emotions that fed on the far end of the negative spectrum. And yet, in the midst of it, he had found Light. A Mother and unconditional Love.

It had made a deep impact on his psyche. It had changed him. He now saw the world through a different filter. A film that showed him the end clear as midday. He had to complete his devastating spell. It was his creation and thus his responsibility. But he also felt like it was important for the race of humans to believe they had a choice and thus emerged the idea of the Game. A race to the finish. An End that required a Beginning. A beginning that hinged on Karma.

He rubbed the bandaged stump of his arm and sighed.

While that was his ideal solution, mathematically speaking, a new desire had risen within him. A selfish one. He had seen the places that existed between the folds of space and time. Was he naive enough to think this was it? His mind was enlightened, and the irony was, now he understood how small he was and that thought opened a whole can of perspectives.

The desire to use the enchantment for a way into a new dimension tickled his curiosity. The books in Gatekeeper's library had spoken about a variety of fascinating ones. One in particular had captured his imagination.

He lay back on the sand and looked up at the sky, at the runes that still chaotically raced across from horizon to horizon. He had seen the sheer scale of its power and wonder when he had met his mother.