I grunted in pain as I finished bandaging my leg. The bite was bad long lacerations running all the way around my calf and shin. It was my worst injury for sure. I thought that would have been my shoulder but only four punctures weren’t as bad as my leg. Though my shoulder was Definity a higher infection risk. Gods only know what that stupid weeds claws had pushed into the wound when it grabbed me. still, I glanced down at was left of my ruined coat. The right shoulder and sleeve were gone. Whatever rot effect the weird weed monster had ate away most of the clothe there. I was truly lucky it hadn’t seeped onto my skin. Still my wounds were grievous. I would need to be treated as soon as I got back to the village. Still even with these wounds I found myself more distracted by the revelations I just had. I was still a Mage.
Slowly I brought a hand to my face expecting to see the purple glow of them again only it was gone know. Odd but not important right now. I mean I knew there was a chance that I could use my magic again. After all everyone said a Mages, magic was part of their soul so why wouldn’t it follow me over into my next life. I should be happy, if I could bring forth the full strength of my magic from my past life, I would be a force to be reckoned with.
Yet instead, I just felt sad at this revelation. Sure, learning I could use my magic did save me today, but I didn’t know if this world was Astora or not. If it was and just a different time and history too my own, then I was likely going to be faced with Mage hunters again. if not, gods only know if magic even exists in this world new world. Worse yet I had no idea what that strange mote of light was. Why did I see it now in such a situation? I haven’t seen them before in the last three weeks sense my reincarnation. I was certain that, that mote of light I saw was connected in some way to my reincarnation. After all it helped me reawaken my magic.
Most annoying though was that I couldn’t see any more motes. The one used to reawaken my magic was the only one I had seen in the last hour. That could not stand. If those motes were truly connected to my reincarnation and my magic, then I was going to need to find more.
I huffed as I thumped my head against the trunk of the tree I was using for support. I was in desperate need to find more answers. I closed my eyes and felt my magic. Mana swirled inside me like a tiny whirlpool. It wasn’t very strong nothing more than two streams meeting. It was a spec compared to what my mana was in my last life even compared to when I first awakened as a Mage back then. But I was also a lot stronger physically back then as well. The mediocre pool of mana I had now could barely be used and may be because of my bodies weakened state. Right now, it took all the mana I had to just numb my pain, so I didn’t pass out. I sighed at that thought.
I spared a glance at the dead beasts and wanted to curse myself. I was beat up and bloody. I forgot how it was like to fight like a normal human. In my past life I lived so long relying on my magic that now that I think about it, I might have become over reliant on it. The knowledge of how to fight doesn’t mean someone can. Today was proof of that. I knew how to wield a wide array of weapons but because my body wouldn’t be able to keep up with any of the skills and moves, I learned I would never be able to fight with them.
As a Mage I mastered everything I could in order to survive but because I was a Mage, I must have ignored the more human parts of me. Today showed that if I didn’t have my magic, I would have likely died hundreds of times over in my past life. Even now in this new life the only way I had survived was by relying on magic. I was so arrogant. I thought as I looked down at the bloody bandages around my palms. My new life was not going to be an easy one, I was going to face more trials in the future, and I will have to do everything in my power to overcome them. To do that I was going to need to need to master my body.
I needed to learn what led to my reincarnation, what reason I was brought back and who did it if anyone did at all. I took a deep breath and looked out over the horizon. The sun had long sense set and the moon rose in its place. Its white light calming as it split through the treetops and out over me. there was a lot I still didn’t know and still wasn’t prepared for; however, I was not going to run. I was Deacon Crown after all. I chuckled as I let my head fall back as the night air washed over me, cooling my burning wounds. I was going to need to do something about my mana reserves though. Even if using my magic publicly could turn badly, I was still going to have to use it. that thought though actually had me realize something. I didn’t feel the hunger I was used to. Yes, my magic was there, but that raging hunger to expand, and grow wasn’t.
It must have something to do with my new body or maybe it had to do with how little mana I had. whatever the reason I didn’t want to use my magic. That was nice, I hated that past drive I had, that senseless desire to throw magic around for fun. Yeah, I used it smartly but that didn’t mean I should have. Magic was a tool no matter what anyone said. Though I guess now I knew it was a tool bound to my soul seeing as it followed me in death. But still that a tool, I was glad it no longer felt like some sort of parasite that tried to control me. Though I guess seeing as I was planning on using it again and grow my powers, maybe, just maybe that past hunger was my own desire. I wanted to curse myself for that thought.
I never wanted magic in my last life yet here I was now honestly glad I could still use it. How annoying. A crack of twigs rang out and my eyes snapped open as I turned to look up slope of me. the sound was quiet, muffled like that of someone trying to move stealthily. I pushed myself against the tree I was resting on. Slowly peaking out from behind the tree I couldn’t help but laugh. I was expecting another of those weird plant monsters. Instead, I saw Tame and Bartak.
Both carefully moving down slope the rest of the guards behind them. I couldn’t fight the relief I felt at the sight of them. “Hey.” I spoke up making both men jump and real towards me. for a normal person it would have been hard to find me in the dark even with the moons light, but these two easily zeroed in on me and moved. Their armor clanking stealth seemingly forgotten. Bartak fell to his knees in a skid coming to a stop right next to me. He didn’t shout or say anything instead his eyes just going wide as he saw my beaten and bruised state.
He looked ready the roar in anger as he grits his teeth. But he stayed silent instead as Tame came up beside him, his own eyes wide in shock at the sight of me. while Bartak didn’t take his eyes off me tracking the wounds I had, Tame, he surveyed the area coming onto the sight of the beast I killed. His eyes went wide before turning back to me. I shrugged and instantly regretted it as pain shot through my shoulder. With a chuckle I spoke. “Sorry I didn’t run away. I got distracted.”
I was trying to lighten the mood. But judging from the pained look in Bartak’s eyes I failed. Tame on the other hand shot me a serious glare as if saying now wasn’t the time for jokes. Rude of him seeing as he was pretty much the jokester of my guards. Before I could say anything else Tame spun and waved a hand at Glint who quickly came down the slope. “Get the young lord on your shield. We will use it to carry him back down.” He ordered and I was scooped up on the shield laid back on it as Tame and Glint carried me down the mountain. Bartak at the head but silent. I didn’t like that. they should be happy I was alive; they should be proud I beat one of the monsters.
Instead, they just looked on at me solemnly. Like all the world was ending. I wasn’t used to it. it was so odd that I wanted to argue and shout at them for being so cold. Why couldn’t they just be happy I was ok. Yeah, I was beat up, but I was ok. My wounds would heal so why were they so sad.
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