The Heir Of Dreams And Curses

Where I understand what the divination meant

The youngest son of Cornwall shall the heir of Set fight

And defeat the family curse, merging darkness with light.

The face in your vision will bring it forth to its final hour,

Afterwards, the hero will have to pay for all of that power.

The curse will go back to the darkness where it can be controlled

And by doing so, revealing a mystery hundreds of years old.

For the first time in my life, I was completely sure of what it meant.

When sight-seeing with Edgar, I walked as far away as I could from him, until I reached the proximity of a cliff. If you visit Beachy Head but you don't have magical powers, don't walk near the cliff. People have died from jumping off, either accidentally or on purpose.

My situation was different. I wanted to be as far as where people lived or worked, and it seemed like the right place. 

Edgar, however, couldn't help but raise a black eyebrow. "Come closer," he said.

"No, I believe this is the perfect distance," I replied. "Your spell..."

"Are you afraid it's going to hurt you, if it's too forceful?"

"No, but something tells me you don't have to be too close."

Perhaps it was the other way around --- Edgar could use more force in a spell that had to travel a few meters before it hit me. For someone who hadn't practised their powers in a long time, it was really like asking him to think outside his comfort zone.

"Do you remember the talismans I made?" I asked. "Back in the fay realm? Well, every realm is different. There's no real way to tell if they work here. Just like many things wouldn't have worked back in the Aether realm, because the magic in the aether was getting on the dark side. But I tried, either way."

I opened my jacket, so Edgar could see I had added a talisman with a Hebrew letter on the inside.

"Nun?" he asked. "Faithfulness?"

"Of course," I grinned. "I don't know faith in what or whom. My concepts of a God have always been blurry at best, and now that I found out that I'm an Enchanter, I really don't know what to make of every big organized religion. But we have to have faith that this works."

"Just so you know, Enchanters could be religious, and I'm not just talking about the New Faith," Edgar let me know. "Jendayi is Muslim. I am Jewish."

The idea that there might be something else out there, other than magic, had always seemed too far-fetched. Maybe I would believe in it one day, maybe I wouldn't. 

But the truth was, that it would have been amazing to live long enough to ask myself those questions, and find answers.

"Oh and something else..." I started saying.

"Do you ever shut up?" Edgar frowned.

"Just kidding. Just kidding. Use your healing powers on me."

Edgar tried. He really tried, and I should know because when a spell is being performed on you, you feel it.

However, nothing was happening.

"It's not your fault," I said. "You don't have to think about it as if you're healing me, you have to think about it as if you're healing the world. When you use dark magic, you heal the world, a little."

Edgar raised an eyebrow again. I guessed he had to find me really annoying. "But I'm not using darkness."

"You're not," I said. "I am. The youngest son of Cornwall shall the heir of Set fight, and defeat the family curse, merging darkness with light. We have to merge our powers. Try to use your light to heal the world, and I will join you, using my darkness. You see, when it comes to the world, it's a lie that the light is the cure. The balance is the cure."