Misfortune Without A Conscience #Wattys2017

Chapter 4 The Beginning of the End

Then my deep thoughts were interrupted by an impulsive stagger for which sent me to utter shock. "Ryder Philip!" a masculine voice startled. It was Professor Vaughn, for which had somehow appeared without my coherent notice, somehow I was less observant of some sort. Somehow I decided not to reply and proceeded to depict my intentions through a nod. With so, risen up and showed a certain exemplary that I was nor wounded or afraid, hmm, afraid. "Let's go, I have ought to tell you something, just not here". With that he casted a spell that had brought us to the supposed "place" where he ought tell me a certainty. It was of course, once again, that seemingly unique room which had goods and appliances that were gleaming with light. Only this time, however, it was somehow dull and murky, the atmosphere was bleak and dusky. The room was certainly not as interesting anymore, somehow it prompted interior sadness and emotional distress of sort. As if indicating dissensions to come.

"This room responds to the psychology of people, when they seem afflicted, this place becomes darken and sad." Professor Vaughn stated under the apprehension that I seemed acknowledged of so. "Why has it been so then?" I replied under the sulky and dusky air that seemed to emit a peculiar smell that seemed to be like floral for which were long dead. Much different from the initial scent, which was lively and emitted a fluorescent with a cheerful and bustling aura. "You can tell, I'd presume, there has been recent distress across the wizard community." Professor Vaughn sternly reciprocates. The unique and magnificent room was truly astonishing, but somehow there was a certain feeling that could never fade away, a distinguished sense and intuition that deliberated significant harm. "We have been planning an approach towards you, for we realised that you could be the solution to all these predicaments." Professor Vaughn declared without my acknowledgement. Perhaps it were my duty after all, were all the dreams, at all meaningful? Did they seek to appeal a certain individual, so that we could ever, so, stop witnessing suffering?

"Hold on, I have yet to mention, but the recent dreams I had, seemed to surreal. There were somehow indications of some sort." I firmly announced through the dismal atmosphere. "Yes, they would all make sense. Only time can tell." He stated with a tense and low voice for which faded away as he seemed to be undoing something.

I approached to observe his intentions to realise he was somehow performing an enchantment of sort, there was an azure blue pigment in his hand, for which flickered a crowning red stream of light. The crimson and azure blue mixture seemed to be called a Snowflake Obsidian, which in accord to statements in books, were exceedingly rare and powerful. "Why are using that gemstone?" I announced my presence by firmly regarding his actions. "I'm pretty sure you could tell, look at all the dissensions reigning across the globe, we have all concurred, to do so." Professor Vaughn replies boldly whilst casting an incantation. That had satisfied my disbelief, why must we use such a precious and sought after gemstone, for a mere talisman? Was it that significant? That all the professors would to use their ornaments for the sake of defence? When was there such a case? There was a certain secret that was lingering, one that could mean severe harm.

The thought idled in me, which in every speculation comes a cold shudder in which determined the fear and the remorse I sustained. It had certainly began, an assault it seems, a conflict to unravel in the magic community. A never-ending one, it seems. If only I knew, the deficits it might bring. Professor Vaughn stood up after formulating the enchantments, which soon disposed a moderately remote talisman which was precisely cut and slightly green in colour. It emitted a certain sheen of light demonstrating its rarity and brilliance. It was said that one could tell how powerful a talisman or an amulet was, just by a mere glance, for which would depict its extravagant power. "How powerful is it?" I asked whilst prematurely staring at the alienated object. "This talisman is rarely ever made, for it is certainly expensive and one of a kind. I have never forged such a prodigious talisman before, it is said to contain astounding defensive properties for which would serve a significant mass". Professor Vaughn claimed whilst handing me the ornamental and lustrous pendant. The talisman was fairly small in size yet it was certainly evident that it shimmered a stream of bright light for which was glaring the power it upheld. The glint of precious glass seemed to emit a certain aura for which was somehow comforting and pleasant, it had seemingly satisfied my confusion, or my ever so distress. "I have yet to activate it, thereby, its effects would not be evident." Professor Vaughn said with a suggestive voice. Somehow the talisman seemed to be responding to the environment, its unique ray of light penetrated through the cracks and uneven grounds in the room. Behind the scintillations was the distinguished colour that seemed deep and ancient, the configuration had beamed a splendid ray of indescribable and unseen light. For which had seemed like a lucent ablaze, the extravagant one amidst the desolating room.