My Path to Magic by Irina Syromyatnikova

Author:Irina Syromyatnikova
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9780992055950
Publisher: Parallel Worlds' Books
Published: 2013-03-23T17:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

How much does a dark mage need in order to be happy? In fact, quite a lot, but there is some minimum which makes life bearable. That summer I regarded as successful.

I decorously parted with my family on the platform, three times pledged to Lyuchik to come to his school in winter, and encouragingly patted Joe on the back ("keep an eye on everything while I am away"). Then we barely pulled my suitcase into the railroad car.

The circumstances of the eventful morning were still settling in my head (to collect thoughts in the presence of Lyuchik was just impossible), so I had to act intuitively. I checked in the heavy suitcase with deliberate carelessness and took into the compartment only a basket—it was large, see-through, and allowed visual inspection from all sides. Everyone could see that I didn't carry any ancient artifacts with me. The train's buffers clanked, and we slowly sailed off through the starting drizzle—Krauhard's summer was over. My family waved at me from the platform.

There is some benefit to having relatives, especially when they are compassionate.

I sat on the bench, plunging into meditation—not for the sake of spellcasting (it was forbidden for me), but simply to get my thoughts in order. Not often did I have such a need.

The passing summer was very special: it scared, surprised, angered, and delighted me. I would have never thought that a dark mage could experience such a diverse range of emotions! I almost died and was saved, suffered from helplessness and triumphed, was outraged and intrigued. But in the end I became bigger, wider, and longer. Something of that kind. For a magician it is very important to see and perceive the world in all its diversity, and for a dark magician it is also very difficult. We always impose our own view on reality and dislike accepting objections, so reality intrudes into our lives in one way only: by force and without asking.

In a burst of feelings, I promised myself that I would start a new life. I would pay greater attention to what happened around me, so that no more enemies could approach me from behind. I would start thinking not only about myself... One year left until graduation from the university, but I didn't know any better entertainment than joining Quarters for his pub parties. It was shameful! Please understand, I had no desire to make this promise a major life turning point; it was momentary insanity, a second of weakness, born from thoughts about my white family. Thinking about spiritual perfection, I moved the basket closer to sort out the delicious grub that Mom had put in - there was too much food to finish it at once, anyway.

That night I didn't dream about alchemical designs. I saw Redstone, not as always, but in some strange, very alien way. Everything was colored in dust and dirt; buildings had trembling outlines, as if drawn by a frightened hand, and they were almost indistinguishable from each other.

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