The Wizard

Chapter 2

"We should never let ourselves be persuaded except by evidence of reason."

René Descartes.

It was cold, a cold that bothered, soon followed by an infernal heat, but what tormented him the most was thirst. He felt an irresistible urge to drink water, but his body did not weaken with its absence, as one would expect to happen. Despite the dry mouth and the malaise that had lasted for a long time, he remained in full physical condition, but useless in that hostile environment.

The place, gloomy and dark, conjured to make everything very conducive to a horror movie story. Igor looked around, in the dim light, and only saw black-reddish spots, some moving in a very sinister way in an environment that was very open and deserted to the horizon. A low, but disturbing sound, sounded like a deep buzz reminding of the distant coming of a swarm of hungry insects and eager to eat us alive, devouring everything around, showing that silence did not exist in fact. He tried to walk, but it seemed that he was glued to the ground. With great effort he moved one leg and managed to walk slowly, trying to see if he was stuck in a very viscous thing, made of some product that resembled tar. He tried to run, when he saw a black shadow approaching him, a shapeless shadow, but humanoid and frightening that gave a macabre scream, sharp and unreal; however, as much as he tried, he could not get out of the place. The shadow approached too fast and brushed him, ending with a shrill and out of tune laugh while Igor felt in his touch the cold and frightening breath of death.

"Dead, dead, dead, dead, they are all dead and it's my fault!" His screams of pain echoed through the cabin. "Bring them back, please!"

With a jerk on his shoulder, Igor woke up to see Ezequiel by his side, shaking him with one hand while, with the other, he kept a bright sphere of light above his head.

"Calm down, Igor," said the elder. "It was just a nightmare."

Igor got up, sitting and passing his hands over his face all sweaty.

"Was it really a nightmare?" he asked, getting up slowly. A strong light formed above his head, made without even thinking or moving his hands. Slowly, Igor walked to the bathroom, followed by the strange light, while the old man muttered, astonished:

"By the heavens, Saci, he doesn't even need to invoke things consciously that he wants. In two thousand years I have never seen such a powerful being except when we met, but I am not convinced at all. However, it can only be him and now there is no mistake. Only he could do this, but eighteen hundred years is too long to remember in detail!" he murmured. The big dog looked at the elder who smiled, adding. "Yes, we need to wait for the right moments, otherwise we will have chaos. I know you don't forget easily."

Ezequiel turned off the sphere of light that he had created to wake up the young man and lay down on his bed.

Igor, after rinsing his face, opened the door to the street and sat for a while on the porch, thinking about his unknown past. The dog went to the bush to relieve himself and returned shortly after, sitting next to the young man.

Seeing him still and looking at him, he stroked his snout and Saci leaned against his leg. Igor looked up, seeing thousands of stars twinkling in the firmament, as if they made rhythm with the noise of the crickets. He looked back at the dog and, without waiting for an answer, asked him with a sigh:

"What happened to me, boy?" he got up and returned inside.

He looked at the sphere of light, making it break into fragments, as if the light were a broken glass in hundreds of pieces, a multicolored luminous kaleidoscope. He liked the effect and smiled for the first time, going back to bed.