Finding

(19) Tom's Gift

It was odd.

The last thing that Tord remembered was that he was in his and Tom's room. He was sorting through the Brit's possessions when he found a gift-wrapped box that was addressed to him in Tom's simplistic handwriting.

The box was apparently going to be his gift from Tom during that Christmas day last year. But since the brunet had died it had never been given to him.

That was why, Tord was quite rather curious on what Tom was planning to give him. So, after removing the gift wrapping and opening the box, the silvernette was surprised to find an ornately decorated silver hour glass that had shining gold sand within it.

Tord wondered on why would Tom want to give him this beautiful yet antique looking hourglass that had a crack since the brunet certainly knew that he didn't have the habit to keep knick-knacks around his room or his office. To give something like this...

The silvernette then held up the lovely hourglass that perfectly fitted in his hand and pondered on the meaning for such a gift.

An hourglass usually meant about time.

Was it supposed to signify the time of their relationship? Or the time they knew each other?

That said, no matter how hard he would try to think, he knew that he still wouldn't be able to get the right answers since the only person who knew about the reason behind it was now dead.

Tom was dead.

He couldn't change that.

That is unless if he could go back in time and be able to alter events without placing any detriment to himself.

If he could only go back in time, maybe he would have changed things.

Maybe he could have made things better and make Tom's life different as it was. Maybe he could have made Edd see his ways and persuaded Matt to stay by his side then things would be different.

"If I could only go back in time and change the starting points of my friends then this terrible loss wouldn't have happened," Tord mused aloud as he walked right at his quarters' balcony and stared at the bright full moon while holding up the ornate hourglass.

Then as if by accident, the hour glass suddenly broke on its own, spraying Tord with its golden dust and engulfing him in a flash light.

And here he was now.

He was somewhere in London. About twenty-seven years before he, Tom and the rest of his friends were even born. Wearing nothing else but his boots, pants and rolled up dress shirt.

Eyeing the object in his hand, there was nothing else but broken shards of glass that had shallowly cut into his flesh. Tord then sighed as he wondered if the annoying Brit even knew about the effects of his gift.

This was far too much to be coincidental.

Had Tom known what was to happen? 

About his own death?

Shaking his head, Tord decided that he needed to get himself a place to sleep for the night first then everything else could follow. What's important right now is for him to survive and make sure things would go well for him in this time.

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It was pretty interesting.

Living in a time where he didn't belong.

Now that he didn't have an Empire to worry over and the need to protect those that he cared for, Tord was finding it easier for himself to be a little more reckless.

For the first three years, he traveled to different parts of the world and discovered how magic was real. A whole lot more real compared to the simple glimpses that he could get from his adventures with Tom and the rest of the gang back then. To be exact, he even found out that his lineage as an Obelia one of the causes on how he was able to utilize the purple lightning, create ice when he was pissed off and do a couple more of anomalies in his life. His father's side of the family were actually descendants of real witches, wizards and mages.

Magic was real and he had it within him all along.

It was the reason why he wouldn't die that easily.

It was the reason why he could heal that quickly.

It may also be possible for it to be the cause of how he understood things differently.

But, looking back at all the other people he met who had magic, he could still notice how different they were compared to him. Compared to him, these other magic holders were still pretty normal. They were normal enough just like the rest of them.

So, with those three years, along with his traveling he did his best to study as much as magic as he could. Going to places which he had learned to be with high Mana (magic) concentrations, collecting old ancient and sacred tomes, learning from those who were willing to teach and even stealing the knowledge and memories of those who truly knew about the power.

In a certain sense, it was a productive 3 years that Tord had nearly forgotten about what Tom told him a long time ago.

Tom once had told him about the story of his father and how a sentient pineapple was able to live the way he was and marry Tom's mom. He remembered how in the first year that the Brit got back his memories, Tom told him about his family's story and how he even came to be.

He could now naturally change things.

He could now use the things that he had learned along with the knowledge that he had to make things better.

He was going to make the lives of his friends better.

He could now change their starting points and make their relationships better.

He could make everything in the long run better.

And now, Tord was starting to appreciate Tom's gift more and more.