Tyrill
05-30-2008, 10:42 AM
*The pages appear to be blank once the book is opened. Upon touching the parchment between the bindings, skittering runes dance across the page before thin, slant, neat writing glows a faint, rosy light.*
I seem to have lost my other journal. I cannot for the life of me remember where I put the thing. Ah well. I bought me this one and inscribed a few runes upon the cover and bindings so that way I "should" always be able to find it when I need it.
Well, today was my first day of "field training." They sent me out to Sunstrider Isle. Such a beautiful place. The warmth of the sun comforted me and helped calm me for the tasks they had set out for me. This was the first time I was able to pull together spell matrices of my own and manifest them within the reality of this realm. Everything before now had been theory and words.
Feeling myself reach beyond the veil of this world and pull forth the dormant energies of fire and ice excited me. More than it should, I will venture to say. Goosebumps, fluttering heartbeat. But, beyond that, watching the flames encircle my hands and only feel a comforting warmth or feeling the calming coolness of the ice shrouding me showed that all the studying was accounting for something.
Only an hour or so and I became exhausted. I felt drained, weak, light headed. Empty, even. But it was okay, it was a good feeling. I was doing something right, for once.
I went back to the city and layed among the flowers in the Exchange. I let the last fleeting rays of sun beat down upon me until it vanished beyond the buildings. The cool, crisp air of the night had quickly rolled in through the hard streets. I knew it was time to head back.
But, someone stopped me. A man. Very sweet, very kind. But I think he had some thoughts on his mind. Things I do not know if I should dabble in.
Just yet anyway.
I have all this studying, all of these notes to go over. I mean, I have the understand the more complex nature of pulling together matrices at the drop of a hat. I have these languages and runes to decipher before the end of the week.
Though, as mother said, all work and no play makes for a dull boy.
Regardless, I ran off. Like a child. I felt my cheeks burning, my chest felt tight. I had to escape it all before I gave in to the weaker parts of my mind. I cannot be weak.
Though, the thoughts of what could have happen keep replaying in my mind over and over.
I seem to have lost my other journal. I cannot for the life of me remember where I put the thing. Ah well. I bought me this one and inscribed a few runes upon the cover and bindings so that way I "should" always be able to find it when I need it.
Well, today was my first day of "field training." They sent me out to Sunstrider Isle. Such a beautiful place. The warmth of the sun comforted me and helped calm me for the tasks they had set out for me. This was the first time I was able to pull together spell matrices of my own and manifest them within the reality of this realm. Everything before now had been theory and words.
Feeling myself reach beyond the veil of this world and pull forth the dormant energies of fire and ice excited me. More than it should, I will venture to say. Goosebumps, fluttering heartbeat. But, beyond that, watching the flames encircle my hands and only feel a comforting warmth or feeling the calming coolness of the ice shrouding me showed that all the studying was accounting for something.
Only an hour or so and I became exhausted. I felt drained, weak, light headed. Empty, even. But it was okay, it was a good feeling. I was doing something right, for once.
I went back to the city and layed among the flowers in the Exchange. I let the last fleeting rays of sun beat down upon me until it vanished beyond the buildings. The cool, crisp air of the night had quickly rolled in through the hard streets. I knew it was time to head back.
But, someone stopped me. A man. Very sweet, very kind. But I think he had some thoughts on his mind. Things I do not know if I should dabble in.
Just yet anyway.
I have all this studying, all of these notes to go over. I mean, I have the understand the more complex nature of pulling together matrices at the drop of a hat. I have these languages and runes to decipher before the end of the week.
Though, as mother said, all work and no play makes for a dull boy.
Regardless, I ran off. Like a child. I felt my cheeks burning, my chest felt tight. I had to escape it all before I gave in to the weaker parts of my mind. I cannot be weak.
Though, the thoughts of what could have happen keep replaying in my mind over and over.