The Wizard

Chapter 8 part 4

The sun had already risen for some time when Igor woke up still hugging his fiancee. Carefully, he let her go and got up. He cleaned the cabin, revived the fire in the fireplace and prepared coffee that, with the smell that emanated, ended up waking up the girl who turned and looked at him, smiling. Shortly after, Igor returned the smile, sitting on the bed and kissing her. He moved his face away and raised a hand, extending his traditional rose.

"Hi, honey," he said. "Did you sleep well?"

"The best night's sleep in a long time, Igor," Eduarda replied, happy. "This coffee smell is irresistible."

"Then try to get up slowly that I help you."

Eduarda got up and, assisted by the groom, sat down in the rocking chair, grumbling:

"It's very bad to feel like this," she gave a weak laugh and continued. "Especially me, who never got sick in my life, except for blindness."

"It happens, my love," he extended a cup of coffee. "The toxin they inoculated you was too violent. In a few days you will be fine, gain your weight back and I will take care of you for the rest of your life. Funny, but how did you recover your sight?"

"Not even the doctors know, honey. One beautiful day, I woke up and saw everything. Many people called it a miracle, but I try not to think too much about it."

"Curious," commented the groom, thoughtful.

Eduarda began to drink the coffee slowly, feeling the heat entering her stomach. She wondered what everything would be like in the future, with so many changes that had occurred. She raised her face to Igor and asked, very seriously:

"What will happen next and how will our life be?"

"First, you need to get well so that we can have mobility; then, I intend to take you to a safe place."

"And where would that be?"

"Another world, where there are beings so powerful that even the strongest of wizards have to bow to them."

"And then?"

"Then it's obvious: I intend to destroy this creature that I released by ignorance."

"And then?" she asked again, worried.

"Then, how?" Igor laughed. "Then we live happily ever after, as we planned, don't you think?"

"Will it?" She wrinkled her forehead. "You are so different from me, with these powers and abilities. In a few years, you will start to get sick of our life—"

"For Godess sake, Eduarda." Igor smiled, gentle. "I would never get sick of you. If you remember, I lived very well with you and without using my gifts."

"But you can do all this, visit different worlds—"

"None of this makes sense to me without you, angel." Igor squeezed her hand between his. "Once Ezequiel said that we wizards have a very close connection, being rare for a couple to separate and I believe that. And we can live wherever you want."

Eduarda smiled and looked at him from top to bottom, saying:

"And these charming prince clothes?" she gave a little laugh, satisfied with his look. "Are they part of the package? Do all wizards dress like this?"

"Wizards wear different clothes yes, some prefer tunics and we guardians or guardian apprentices have capes whose colors define our position before society. The swords, however, only the warrior wizards can carry. They are the representation of the ancient druid warriors."

"Very cool and you are too beautiful." She laughed again. "If you go to college like this, I will be very upset with the girls, not to mention Anita from work. They already get on top of you normally, imagine drop-dead gorgeous like this. I'll need to walk armed!"