Crescent Moon by David Partelow

Author:David Partelow [Partelow, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-02-28T22:00:00+00:00

decisions

Elor and Marin

“Concentrate, Elor,” said Marin patiently as she watched on. “Magic that is channeled through you must first be born within you.”

Standing upon a raised rock, the little imp once called Puercelor held his hands above his head while lost in willful concentration. Sweat covered his face as he practically shook in exertion. The little imp had been training diligently to conjure magic with his adopted mother. And while the stone troll had been understanding, progress had been painfully slow, enough so to frustrate the little imp to no end.

Straining, Elor spoke to Marin with clenched teeth. “I…still...feel nothing,” he stammered, never relinquishing his focus.

The stone troll smiled at him. “These things take time, young one. You must be patient in your course. True magic, when done correctly, is pure, powerful and without limits,” she offered.

Elor did as he was asked, concentrating harder than before. In all his young life, he had never pushed himself to such limits as he did in that moment. Frustration continued to mount, for while he did as he was instructed he still felt no stirrings of magic forming from within. In the moments before he was saved from Marin, the young imp had felt completely helpless, unable to save anyone, including himself. He never wished to feel such a way again.

It was then that a new sensation stirred slowly within him. At first, Elor almost thrust his eyes open in surprise, but fought such an urge. The little imp instead held to his concentration, allowing this new sensation to be nurtured within him. It was difficult to fathom, yet it was inklings of heat and life seeking to gain purchase in his very being. The sensation was frightening at first, but Elor slowly grew to welcome it.

“I feel something, Marin!” Elor exclaimed through his closed eyes. “Something is building within me. I can sense it!”

The stone troll smiled softly as she nodded her approval. “Hold to it, Elor. Hold strongly, for this is just the beginning. You are creating the pathways for magic, preparing your body to be a conduit for something bigger. Hold to your course,” she urged.

In this mind, Elor pressed forward, holding to this new sensation. He had never felt such a thing, yet he found it easy to welcome such a sensation. Still feeling the growing magic coursing within, Elor channeled the focus to his hands. Soon, heat began to rise within them as Elor could imagine a ball of fire manifesting between his palms.

In magic, you can be strong, but through the darkness even stronger.

The alluring thought rushed through his soul, somehow emboldening Elor. The coursing power quickly strengthened further. Somehow, the magic came more easily as the fire between his hands grew stronger. The strain upon him lessoned almost completely then and Elor truly felt powerful.

Marin’s features darkened as she took a step toward her adopted son. “Elor, that is enough for today,” she said.

Elor could hardly hear her now. For some reason Marin’s voice had grown faint in the intensity he now felt.

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