Crystalline Aura by Cil Gregoire

Author:Cil Gregoire
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Publication Consultants

When Franklin’s strength returned, he sent the orb out again. Seek and follow the use of magic; find the Guardian of Anthya’s Oracle, he commanded. The orb searched repeatedly, but to no avail. Franklin even tried teleporting back to the alder thicket where he had encountered the sorceress, but the location simply could not be found. It was as though the thicket had been removed from the planet.

Focusing his attention to his work laid out on the stone table, Franklin artfully arranged the bones he had collected from the cave on the side of the mountain into an ornamental necklace. Using magic, he bore a hole through each bone, alternating appendages and vertebrae, and strung the bones together with fishing twine scavenged from the beach. Upon finishing the necklace, Franklin placed it around his neck, and turned to face a large, ornate, free-standing mirror, taken from the same furniture store that had provided his bed.

For some time, Franklin stood in front of the mirror, admiring his image, but he wasn’t totally pleased. The effect seemed to lack something. A great sorcerer needed a suitable cloak, he concluded. But what should it be made of? He thought of the ravens and eagles that fed on the animal carcasses he left in the woods, and decided to make a cloak of feathers.

Franklin wasted no time. He killed several deer in the coastal forest, magically stripping off the hides for rugs, and leaving the meat in the woods to bait in the ravens and eagles. Several days and bait carcasses later, he had killed enough of the scavengers and collected their feathers to construct his feathered cloak.

Carefully, Franklin wove in his spells as the cloak took shape. When it was finished, he draped the feathery garment over his shoulders, fastening it in place with a bone clasp. The cloak flowed regally around him, making a soft, fluttery sound as he strutted around the cavern. Then he again placed the bone necklace around his neck, and stood before the mirror. This time the image before him met his approval. Gazing at his reflection with admiration, he drew his name in the dust on the glass. Then in a powerful voice, mature beyond his years, Franklin stared back into eyes that were hardly his own, and proclaimed out loud, “I am Droclum, the greatest, most powerful sorcerer that has ever lived!”

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