THE MAGICIAN

 

THE MAGICIAN

CHAPTER SEVEN: THE ANCIENT ONE

Sahara dessert

Damian, Clara and Loise Osborne stepped out of the portal and into the large sand dunes of the Sahara dessert. Damian in complete and utter awe marveled at the scenery. The sand stretching beyond the grasp of mortal sight. The horizon was covered in a pale wash of gold blinding Damian.

Waves of sand rose and fell in solemn procession, each dune a giant frozen in mid-breath. Their curves were sculpted by centuries of whispered storms, their crests sharp as the edge of a forgotten blade. The sun shimmered against the yellow sand making it impossible to see. The dessert was a cruel place. A gust of wind swooshed passed them like raging fireball of a stallion.

The heat was very torrid and Damian had to take off his shirt to protect his eyes from the sun. There within the depths of the dessert their feet dragged against the thick sand sinking deeper into its under belly. Loise almost stepped into some quick sand but freezing spell did the trick.

They walked to what seemed like hours until they reached the forbidden city resting ground for the ancient one. There inside a canyon the weather was cool, a huge statue of child seated with his legs crossed holding a book was carved into the small mountain towering over them like a looming giant.

“Sjvilda!” said Loise with a motioning of her wand and the glamour barrier came down revealing the entrance into what seemed to be a huge towering door made of oak knitted between the canyon like a parchment.

She approached the tall door with tiny footsteps and removed an enchanted stone from her pocket. It was emerald green and looked like a fiery chisel. She pointed the chisel like artifact on the door and started to tap it as if looking for some kind of weak points and that she did. Sparks were flying out of the stone, each creating a rune like symbol on the door.

Finally, the door opened.

Inside, there was a foyer with a huge chandelier at the entrance. Time seemed not to exist here everything felt very surreal. The huge amount of sand did not exist here it was as if the they were transmigrated into another realm. Up the stairs in the back were a huge sigil of the same boy child seated in a meditation stance holding a book.

A bald-headed man wearing yellow and red robes appeared out of nowhere. His skin was ruddy and healthy and he was somewhat lean. He held what seemed to be beads for meditation purposes, as he talked, he would repeat a mantra over and over again. In between his speech he bowed reverently towards the trio.

“Welcome, the ancient one will see you now,” said the bald-headed man.

They sauntered into a Japanese style room no furniture was present just some pillows and in the middle of the room was a small stove boiling some fresh tea the aroma was exquisite and seemed to give the room life. They sat on the pillows patiently waiting on the ancient one with their legs crossed in a meditation stance.

A few moments later a child walks in, his robes too big for him. His head bald and moisturized. His eyes were sharp as steel and he would talk in a soft and collected tone.

“You are here for sustenance” said the boy child.

“Yes, oh ancient one we seek your eternal wisdom” said Loise bowing with benevolence.

“The world has changed Loise Osborne, Trigon is at hand. He seeks to destroy all of human kind and bring Limbo to our sacred Earth.” Said the ancient one.

“That is why I am here. How do we stop him?” asked Loise laconically.

“You do not. This is a battle even you can not win. You and your family, not to forget the Magic Order. Trigon is too powerful; his evil acolytes have gained enough Dark Magic to keep him present in the Earthrealm and the Netherealm. That kind of power is too much enough even for your sacred Magic Order” said the child eloquently and in a low tone as if whispering.

“So that is it?! We are going to let Trigon destroy Earth even without a fight!” said Loise her blood boiling.

“I did not say that,” said the child.

“The journey ahead will be long and tedious” he said and then momentarily clapped his hands together.

An array of monks came into the room holding various artifacts.

“My gifts to you, equip them and defeat Trigon” he said.

The servants placed the ancient artifacts and sped out of the room hurriedly.

Covered with a soft linen cloth were these precious wands and some gem stones.

“I have taken your wands and made them stronger for your journey ahead. Each with its own unique abilities. Loise yours is the blue wand a sign of strength and calmness. You will be able to summon the storm gods and use lightning as your primary line of offence.

Clara, you have the red wand not only will you be able to summon demons from Limbo but also cast infernal fire straight from Hades himself. And you Damian yours is the black wand, black is the signature of a new beginning here in the ancient world.

You will be able to cast shields and forcefields at your own accord. Take these gifts, Trigon is at hand” said the ancient one who disappeared into thin air with his last words.

They reached out for their wands radiating and glowing. They studied them with scrutiny and awe. Later hiding them in their sleeves. Loise stood up slowly.

“We have to go now” said Loise.

“What’s wrong?” asked Damian.

“It’s your father…He is dead” said Loise coldly.

Damian sunk after the morbid news, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“We have no time Damian you will mourn later” she said opening a portal with her new wand.

They stepped inside the fiery portal unscathed.