The Legend of Saironelloistya [COMPLETED]

Chapter 5: My Trials Part 2

When I had passed through the realm in between the portal, I was in an open field, but it was strange. Everything looked normal, but something was missing, something wasn't right. I wondered about this when suddenly, I heard sounds of marching. I quickly looked around, and noticed a group of at least 50 men, thirty-five of which were armed with swords, and Fifteen were armed with bows, and had at least 20 arrows each. I realized the numbers were clearly not in my favor, so I had to move fast. I began to question what kind of challenge this was, and was beginning to think evocation. When three of the archers noticed me and opened fire. I rolled left, and muttered "Belegnar" meaning "pillar of fire," But this merely blinded them and made me harder to hit. Then I watched as one arrowhead fell out of the fire, and it was at that moment that I realized what had seemed off about the field, There was no wind. The trial was an Illusion, and I began to counteract the illusion saying "indemma leithian" meaning "Picture of thought, release." As the illusion fell away I lowered my fire pillar, and looked around. there was two men left, one with a bow and one with a sword. Drawing my sword, I marched on them the man with the sword charged, and I countered his blow, then feigned a left side attack, However he was prepared for that, and countered to the right, so I parried then lopped off his left hand, and while he screamed I severed his right hand at the wrist. Then I thrust my sword through his heart and walked over to the man with a bow. he reached for an arrow, but missed it, and I sliced his bow in half. The bottom half hit the ground, but the top half hit him in the face, He stumbled back, but then he reached for his dagger. I split myself into 27 illusions, and then the one me. He looked around confused, then turned to run. He turned and ran right onto my waiting blade. I pushed him off of it, as the portal opened and all of my illusions faded. I entered the portal, in this now wooden box shaped room.

. . .

I was back in the room from the abjuration trial, but this time, there was a different table in the center, and all the small things had been cleaned up, including the blood. In the center of the table was a book, within its front cover, was written "lutha-" meaning "enchant." Clearly, I had to enchant something or someone, but the was no one else in the room. Serendipitously, a 2.3 meter by 1 meter by 0.3-meter box rose up in front of the table. Using my sword, I pried open the casket, and inside lay an elf maiden, aged around 3,138, under an enchantment of some variety, thoroughly unconscious. I whispered "lúcë drego " meaning "Enchantment flee!" She stirred, and within three minutes had fully recovered. She looked at me, and grinned. She said "suilad, enethnya Nimloth. Mana enethlya?" meaning "Greeting, My name is White Flower. What is your name?"

"Saironelloistya" I replied cautiously, although she seemed trustworthy "Carle pakta sitsina" meaning "Do you speak common?"

"Yes I do," She stated, looking at me curiously with large blue eyes."Where are we?"

"You came from that wooden casket, and we are in the enchantment part of my trials, which is the fifth trial"

A tear ran down her face when I mentioned enchantment, but she had a look on her face of acceptance. "Why do you weep?" I questioned

"Do you not know what I am"

"An enchantress?" I quested, knowing why she cried, and yet not comprehending it.

"Then you know what I must do" She replied, whimpering

"Why must you do what you do not wish?" I pressed, not wishing her sorrow, but needing to know her reasoning to make a logical decision. Then I realized something, she could be playing on my emotions."turfelmë" I whispered, meaning emotion control, and used the spell to enchant myself. Immediately, I felt certain, and collected. Piecing together my thoughts logically, I began to sort through what I knew. As I looked at her, I knew she was and enchantress, not an illusionist, so the tears and appearance had to be real. Which meant either she had enchanted herself, or the tears were real and heartfelt. I looked her in the eye right before she responded and requested "May I use divination on you?"

She looked at me with understanding in her eyes, and then, her tears stopped."You don't believe me?" she whispered, her voice horse from the continued weeping

"I am a logician, and I just met you. I realized that my emotions were feeling rioted, so I cast a spell on myself, to have emotional control, and realized I had no reason to trust or distrust you, except for intuition, " She nodded and then clapped her hands three times three beats apart. I heard a voice come over the loudspeaker, one of the council members, but not my master.

"We are bringing her back through a portal, then we will open yours. please wait."

I lowered my emotional control, suddenly filled with guilt."I'm sorry." I apologized

She looked at me with those blue eyes in a state of wonder, still mixed with a sense of mourning, but also with a fierceness I had not noticed before."I hold no grudge against you, you did as you needed to. However, I wish to inform you that it was all real, for not all enchantment is magic." With that, she turned and walked through the portal. I sat there in wonder myself, almost wanting to talk to her some more, for she was wise for one so young. I did not dwell on such thoughts for long, because my portal opened up behind me, and I stood and walked through it.

. . .

I entered a room with a man in a dodecagram, so I knew it was not evocation or conjuration, leaving transmutation. As I walked towards him, the man began to convulse. I on impulse ran towards him but then realized that I couldn't break the dodecagram, so I watched in horror as the man imploded into an Ankheg, which immediately burrowed into the ground, breaking the Dodecagram, and releasing this creature from its only barrier. I looked around knowing it had to be converted back, so I couldn't kill it. I had to be careful because it would not think the same about me. It would instinctively want me dead, and this room was small enough that it could charge from anywhere. I said "Rucimmo" meaning "Fly self." and began to float off the ground at 60 feet, now the creature couldn't get me, I hoped. Seconds later, I watched as it burst out of the ground and rose 30 feet in the air, then fell back. I was safe, but I couldn't reach it, with any of my transmutation. I flew down to the ground, and waited. All of the sudden, it burst out on my left. I dove right and touched it on its side, its scales cutting my hand as I said "lúmia lacarë," meaning "Temporal inaction," which made it inactive for a period of time.(See Temporal Stasis on the D&D wiki) I grasped my hand in my cloak to bandage the bleeding, and walked over to this transformed man, who had transformed into an Ankheg. As I got closer, I began to think about spells that could convert him back that counted as transmutation. I figured there was a spell called Polymorph that I could use, but it wasn't fully translatable into elvish. I began to try to phrase something together of a similar meaning, and said "Taqaentulessë" meaning "form return," and then lowered the time spell. The Ankheg convulsed, running into walls, and then turned in a rage and came at me. I jumped with my flying spell, and then landed, as the creature converted slowly into an unconscious man. The Portal opened and after checking to see if the man would survive, I entered the portal.

. . .

As I exited the portal, I felt an impact to the back of my cranium, and then I fell forwards, and saw no more.

When I woke up, I shackled to a titanium chair, with a cobalt lock, with a keyhole on the bottom of each side. My feet were also shackled, and locked in green clay. Across the room I was in, I saw a box marked Key. I said "lendeanalesairon" meaning "Come to the wizard." The box disappeared, but It did not reappear. "uukuru" meaning "unmagic" and the box reappeared. I repeated the phrase, but replaced "the" with "this" or "si". The new phrase was "lendeanasisairon" or "Come to this wizard." The box, which happened to weigh 40 pounds, landed on my right foot. I grunted, but the clay around my right foot broke. The box also opened, and a titanium key fell out. I said "torthatektha" meaning "control object." The key floated off of the ground and landed in my right-hand key shackle. "querletektha" meaning "turn the object." The key turned, and my right-hand shackle opened, and quickly grabbed the key with my right hand and unlocked all of the other locks, then realized my left foot was still locked in clay. I could break it, but my ankle was still badly bruised on my left foot. Looking at the clay, I thought for a moment and whispered "Viryanómë" meaning "change, alter place, spot." The clay teleported ten feet away and shattered, with my left foot still attached to my body and unharmed. I touched my right foot and said "envinyanta" meaning "healed." I watched as the bruising on my foot faded, then stood up, and stepped away from the chair. As I did so, the portal opened up in front of me, and without stopping, I stumbled through it.