Misfortune Without A Conscience #Wattys2017

Chapter 3- Fidelity Upon The Unique

Before I could continue supposing where I had lost my wand, Professor Arlus opened the studded door and proceeded to notion me in. With that, I had followed his command and entered the proximity. The room was certainly extravagant, there were appliances which were gleaming lustrously. For they were painted with a faint yet bleaming gold colour, practically all of them were glinting due to the brightness. The goods emitted a peculiar fluorescence, for it had projected a brilliant spectrum of colours. The scent was pleasurable as well, for it was a mixture of lavender and heather, providing tranquil to the atmosphere. In the middle laid a porous wooden stool for which seemed rather out of the ordinary, for it had been stationary, unlike the others that were roaming around the proximity. This was pretty common in the magic community, indeed, that random goods could appear thrusting in the air with motion; as if an undulating breeze had sent it propelling into the air. They were indeed fast, but could be stopped with a single cast of a spell; simple enough, really. But often we would perceive not to, unless they were to provide any consequences or we ought to use them. This chair rather, had stayed still for a rather long time. "Sit there" Professor Vaughn directed me whilst pointing at the seemingly swivelling chair. I had proceeded to follow his commands and soon realised that the chair was immensely sturdy, how unique. "The chair has a particular feature in which it adjusts to the individual's needs, I certainly believe you noticed that". Professor Vaughn declares as he reaches for a certain object through a large and oaken cupboard which was somehow queerly triangular shaped.

"Misfortune's Sceptre, I see, I believed you had left this at the Realms of Onyx" he ratified. How did he know that the wand itself was named that, and perhaps how he had obtained it, I had asked myself immediately. But it was soon asserted with sheer vehemence, which was unlike him, really. It was indeed very peculiar. "I was there during the scene, and yes, I am capable of telepathy thereby I had foresaw that you named your wand that particular name." He affirmed to ease my anxiousness. Still my anguish had persisted, for I could not come to a conclusion that it was mere coincidence that he was my magic professor. "So, you were present, and had defended me at the Realms Of Onyx?" I muttered in a concerned stance. "No, that was not me, I was only a mere eyewitness of that conduct" He replied in a discordant tone. "That man, who defended you, was nothing but a memory of someone you truly conceive as a prestigious individual. I would never come close to be of that person" He stated. "Those two, were nothing but your imaginations", "They cannot be unleashed, unless you are present". He claimed. "Which is why you're here, that I ought assist you to prohibit the presence of the evil individual whom attempted to turn the magic community and potentially the entire world, into turmoil" He asseverated in a stern manner.

There was simply too much to comprehend, for me, Ryder, had certainly believed I was nothing but an obscure individual in the dense world. Never could I have imagined that I would be partaking in a mess of this scale. Those two individuals, somehow I had found them familiar, we had a connection, for which I held close, yet somehow forgotten. With thought I replied with "I understand, so do I need sufficient practice in accord to defeat the vicious individual?". Professor Vaughn was left with sheer astonishment in his expression, that clarified that he wasn't exactly great in hiding his expressions, which was clearly evident here. "I thought it would be tough to believe that you were the solution. Granted,the individual will soon arise once again, and we need you to help us solve it" He asserted. I affirmed by nodding and soon we had began my training voluntarily, it was sheer trust and presumption, for there was simply no evidence that this could be a definite truth. Yet somehow my instinct and nature provoked it to be so. With that assurance, I had continued to pursue my activity with significant effort, disregarding whether it had to, or needed to be so.

There were an exorbitant amount of questions which I had that were left unanswered, yet somehow my conscience realised that the only solution was to seek it through my own conduct; with that, I continued to itemize my training thereby I would sustain enough power to arise prodigious.

"Impedori Limitactum!" a voice with immense passion was emitted, as a dazzling lightning rod came plummeting through the sky striking its fellow victim; tearing him asunder. "NO!" I shrieked; yet no voice was emitted; I attempted to move; yet somehow stood mobile; unable to do so. I could not help; or perhaps my instinct did not want to. All I did was witness the horrid act as the individual laughed in amusement after slaying the magus. I stood there helplessly, as if I were in the perspective of hindsight, unable to help rush through the dusky atmosphere.