Magic Spawn Origins

Magic Spawn: Chapter 55

by Meredith Skye

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Something was missing.

The-Spawned-One had searched the corners and edges of his mind. He ignored many memories, such as the armies of the Arlunni who defeated Molan in his attack on Chuness. He ignored the names of the small worlds connected to the Dark Planes where Molan had been imprisoned with the other Adherents of Miak: the city-state of Kwethien, the Four Planes of Dharmen, the Chasm of Chizzik and the Fortress of Akutanne.

Spells, components, plans for the future.

Incantations, languages, words.

All fascinating--but not what the-Spawned-One wanted. He could view his own beginning--in the dim cavern between worlds. Molan had created a safe temple to escape to if the rebellious Human Unfortunates overcame him. The plan had nearly worked.

Molan had waited such a long time for the proper spell components, gathering them carefully, storing them in airtight jars, safe boxes and, in some cases, well-guarded cells. Then finally, the perfect vessel presented himself: the Blood of Cathal. A wayward prince. One that could be used to create a powerful magic-spawn, one that the armies of Cathal could scarcely stand against.

There, Molan sacrificed the human man to create him, the-Spawned-One. But the spell had been interrupted by the Arlunni. There the memory stopped.

That was his first knowledge of the human woman who must have followed them through the portal from Earth. She had stolen the-Spawned-One that day.

Later, the-Spawned-One had memories of the moment he was reunited with Molan and their minds were joined as one.

But there were inconsistencies.

He had been a baby when he was created. Now he was a ten year old child. He had no memories of what had happened in between. The human Unfortunate from the Mill--the one had called him brother--had spoken of their mother: She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Harmed. Ten years ... yet he had no memories of her. Couldn't picture her face.

There had been a dog, a sparkling lake and cookies. But none of these things were in his memory. Nor did he remember what Molan had done with She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Harmed.

The-Spawned-One reviewed memory after memory, searching for some remnant of information. There was nothing.

There were seams--places in his own mind that had been closed off--sealed against entry. Plus there were many places in Molan's mind that the-Spawned-One couldn't go. Why? Weren't they one and the same being? Was he not an extension of Molan?

Yet, he had a feeling Molan was trying to hide something from him. The human brother was the Inconsistency. Molan called him the Instigator, the one who had initiated this attack on Molan. The Enemy. Yet the brother also wanted to protect She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Harmed. Why would he do that?

It made no sense. It was a puzzle and puzzles had to be solved.

The-Spawned-One continued to go through the corners of his own mind, looking for a way into the closed rooms. He very much wanted to see the knowledge that had been hidden from him.

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