Magic Discovered

Chapter 3

The room James entered was absolutely incredible. Windows stretched from floor to ceiling, showing the bright blue sky and thick trees underneath, like a jungle. A large wooden desk sat ahead, giving the impression of an office, which, of course, it was. The boy that opened the door went to stand against one of the walls, leaning without a care in the world, although his eyes never left James. Images similar to the murals near the ship were hung all over, but their meanings were still quite incomprehensible. Captain Olar bowed.

"Lord, while investigating the massive spike of dimensional energy detected a short while ago, we discovered this boy with traces still on him. He says his name is James Newman and that he has no idea where he is. He claims to know nothing about interplanetary civilizations, nor about aliens at all. He has not acted in any way that could pose a threat, but I wanted to ensure that my judgments were correct."

"That was the correct call Captain," an old voice said. James spun around and saw a huge centaur walking slowly around the edge of the room, over to the desk. Although his coat was gray and his hair white, he had an unmistakable aura of wisdom and power.

James stiffened, unsure of what to do, and then bowed. "Um, hello Lord Eternius. I really don't mean to be a threat and if you could help me that would be much appreciated and..."

"James," Captain Olar muttered.

"If I could find out more about this planet too, I've never been here before and oops that sounded bad and I from a planet that doesn't really communicate with aliens and that sounded much worse..."

"James," Captain Olar said again, a bit louder this time.

"I really should stop talking I'm probably just making things worse off but I really don't want to die or get interrogated or anything so please Lord if..."

"JAMES!" Captain Olar yelled. James shut his mouth. "Stop rambling. That isn't Lord Eternius."

"Wait, what? But the big centaur with age and wisdom and stuff ..."

Said centaur was covering a very large smile at the moment and a couple of chuckles could be heard.

"He's not Lord Eternius. His Lordship is standing over there." Captain Olar pointed to the man still lounging against the wall, failing to hide a grin.

James' mouth crashed into the floor. "This guy is the great and powerfully ruler of several different planets? He's barely older than me!"

"You should watch your mouth. Remember this is the man who..."

Lord Eternius laughed, cutting Olar off. "It's fine. I know that I'm not much to look at, but I am actually the leader of this planet. Among other things. And I think I should be able to help with your little problem."

"Really?!?"

"Of course. As Olar said to you before, if I can't solve it, no one can. Have a seat." Eternius gestured to the nearly empty room.

Olar coughed. "Um, sir. I believe you sent your chairs to be fixed after a... slightly explosive incident last week."

"Right, I forgot. Let's fix that. Have a seat." Eternius waved his arm towards the center of the room and 2 chairs fizzled into existence. He sat down and James just kind of plopped into his.

"Right, so you're not from here. Or from a world with interplanetary knowledge?"

"No, how did you guess?"

"You look completely rattled, especially when I made those chairs appear. Adding to that from what I've heard about you so far, it was simple to figure out. Honestly, it's amazing you haven't collapsed."