Magus memoirs

Home?

---Rains POV ---

I woke up, in a strange bed, in a room that I remembered from my dreams. Ahh, I see. This is my cabin.

Why am I here?

Then a small owl, who I knew to be Father, sort of, spoke. "How are you feeling?"

"Groggy, but serviceable. How long was I out?" I replied, stretching. I was wearing a pair of pants, nothing else.

"Almost a month. You continuously used your magical energy, over and over.

Then you still thought it was a good idea to fight an army not once, not twice, but FOUR times.

You seriously have no regard for your own life do you?!" He shrieked at me.

"Faye was in danger. My life was not worth anything if she died when I couldn't helped, but didn't on about of my 'health' father." I replied, getting up.

I started shuffling towards the door, arms almost useless, the muscles still healing. Several wounds almost opened at my stretching. I was not in good shape.

"Lay down, you're injured." He said, clearly exasperated.

"No. I'm finding Faye. What if she's hurt? I've been asleep. That's why I didn't wanna sleep till she was safe. I knew I would sleep for a long time." I replied, opening the door.

Axel stood there, hand raised to knock.

"Hello Axel. Where's Faye?" I asked.

He pointed his thumb towards the front yard. I heard the circle swing I'd made creak. "Thanks." I said.

I started limping away, but he put one of my arms over his stone shoulders, and started helping me. Father landed on his head.

"Fine, at least someone's helping you. But no... Strenuous activity, understand?" Father said.

I chuckled. "No promises." I said.

"What?" Axel asked.

"Father said no 'strenuous activity' when I saw Faye. I said 'no promises'." I replied.

"Father?!" Axel said, looking around.

I mutely pointed to the little owl.

He looked, then shook his head. "You know what? I refuse to be shocked. First an entire mountain and valleys in a farcking tree, now a bird golem with your fathers spirit inside. Okay."

I chuckled weakly, and we made it outside. Faye had her back to me.

"Thy beauty is beyond all earths compare,
Tell me, lover mine, how dost though fare?"

I spoke in rhyme quite easily, iambic pentameter being the meter.

She gasped, and stood, spinning. Her stomach was a little swollen. Had she just eaten? She walked over, and placed her hands on my cheeks.

"thy strength is beyond all earths care,

Tell me, lover of mine, how dost though fare?" She said, adding a syllable.

"Eleven syllables. Needs work." I grinned, then leaned forward and kissed her cheek when she counted on her hands.

"And I'm weak, but better all the time. My magic is back at full capacity, and healing my hurts."