Translation
Hyliar
and lit the wick. The candles were also the same color as the sign and the pentagram. Now it came down to the most important thing. The monk could no longer step out of the circle, he had called upon the power of earth magic in its bundled form.The magic would take a toll on his soul if he stepped out of the circle or ended the ritual. He loosened the cord from his robe and threw them both out of the circle. Without his clothes he stood in front of the desk and in the center of the pentagram. Carefully he turned the parchment pages in the book until he found the place he was looking for. He said the prayer and while Lanson spoke it was as if the lines of the magical sign, Earth, came to life. They snaked their way to the center of the floor and were soon crawling up Lanson's feet. The fires were burning and Lansons wanted to scream out the pain, but he couldn't stop the prayer. The lines burned into his skin and the library was soon filled with the smell of burnt flesh. The monk felt sick and had difficulty finishing the prayer. The stench made him feel sick that he had to fight.Sweat covered his skin and the pain made his whole body shake. In order not to fall over, he clung to the lectern as he recited the last stanza of the prayer.
But exactly at that moment the door to the library was thrown open and a masked figure stood in the door frame. He wore a blood-red robe that was wrapped around his entire body, like one of the desert people. Only the area of the eyes was visible and the man's eyes were purple. Violet like the color of another type of magic, a magic that very many feared and never practiced. Lanson didn't know who was bothering him during the ritual, but he knew only too well who was sending it. This man was one of the villains of the floor. An order whose name was seldom pronounced and when they did, everyone only gave the translation of the name. Dawn of Death, as they called themselves the order, made it their task to sell people as slaves and to usurp the power of magic.The monk stared at the hooded man with horror. '' I was betrayed. But why? I don't have any more time, I have to finish the ritual, ´´ Lanson thought. For a short time he had finished the prayer when the stranger came in, but now the monk continued. There were only so few words left, two last lines then he had made it and even the twilight of death could not prevent him. But the stranger possessed an unimaginable strength. He mumbled something unintelligible and pushed his outstretched arm and hand forward. A violet wave of energy erupted from the stranger's hand and spread in all directions as it raced toward Lanson like a purple sickle. The magic hit the monk and went through him like a ghost. Lanson winced briefly when the magic touched him and he immediately felt how his consciousness wanted to separate from his body. A bloodcurdling scream came from Lanson's throat and echoed in the hallways outside the library.It was over, the monk was sure. He couldn't finish the prayer and so the magic earth was lost forever. Worse, it could fall into the hands of this order. Lanson looked hateful at the stranger, his face contorted with pain. Sharad fared no better, the stallion collapsed when his human felt this pain. He suffered with his people, but the pain was too much for the stallion, he couldn't bear it. In his madness the stallion straightened up and galloped into the circle of the pentagram. The monk wanted to stop his companion, but it was too late. As soon as the stallion had put a hoof on the pentagram, the individual lines of the pentagram disappeared and a black hole formed in exactly this shape. Dark shadows grabbed Lanson and his companion and dragged him into the depths. The two were dragged further and further down until the hole swallowed them up for good.The hole disappeared again and you put the normal pentagram on the floor. The stranger immediately stared confused but also angry into the room. Not only were the monk and the stallion gone, but also the desk and the book. A series of curses and swear words followed the stranger while he hurriedly left the monastery to tell his king what was happening.
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Well, that was it for the first time with the first capital, which, however, still played in the Middle Ages. The following chapters are then based on the current millennium.
Greetings to all readers
Amy
But exactly at that moment the door to the library was thrown open and a masked figure stood in the door frame. He wore a blood-red robe that was wrapped around his entire body, like one of the desert people. Only the area of the eyes was visible and the man's eyes were purple. Violet like the color of another type of magic, a magic that very many feared and never practiced. Lanson didn't know who was bothering him during the ritual, but he knew only too well who was sending it. This man was one of the villains of the floor. An order whose name was seldom pronounced and when they did, everyone only gave the translation of the name. Dawn of Death, as they called themselves the order, made it their task to sell people as slaves and to usurp the power of magic.The monk stared at the hooded man with horror. '' I was betrayed. But why? I don't have any more time, I have to finish the ritual, ´´ Lanson thought. For a short time he had finished the prayer when the stranger came in, but now the monk continued. There were only so few words left, two last lines then he had made it and even the twilight of death could not prevent him. But the stranger possessed an unimaginable strength. He mumbled something unintelligible and pushed his outstretched arm and hand forward. A violet wave of energy erupted from the stranger's hand and spread in all directions as it raced toward Lanson like a purple sickle. The magic hit the monk and went through him like a ghost. Lanson winced briefly when the magic touched him and he immediately felt how his consciousness wanted to separate from his body. A bloodcurdling scream came from Lanson's throat and echoed in the hallways outside the library.It was over, the monk was sure. He couldn't finish the prayer and so the magic earth was lost forever. Worse, it could fall into the hands of this order. Lanson looked hateful at the stranger, his face contorted with pain. Sharad fared no better, the stallion collapsed when his human felt this pain. He suffered with his people, but the pain was too much for the stallion, he couldn't bear it. In his madness the stallion straightened up and galloped into the circle of the pentagram. The monk wanted to stop his companion, but it was too late. As soon as the stallion had put a hoof on the pentagram, the individual lines of the pentagram disappeared and a black hole formed in exactly this shape. Dark shadows grabbed Lanson and his companion and dragged him into the depths. The two were dragged further and further down until the hole swallowed them up for good.The hole disappeared again and you put the normal pentagram on the floor. The stranger immediately stared confused but also angry into the room. Not only were the monk and the stallion gone, but also the desk and the book. A series of curses and swear words followed the stranger while he hurriedly left the monastery to tell his king what was happening.
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Well, that was it for the first time with the first capital, which, however, still played in the Middle Ages. The following chapters are then based on the current millennium.
Greetings to all readers
Amy