The Pass by Zion Kistler (books to read romance TXT) 📖

“I’m not going to read it anymore,” he replied, and with that he put the book into the pack and paid more attention to everything else. There seemed to be more of the thicker trees, and these Treaf realized were firs, but they were less tall. We’re probably pretty far into The Jaragon by now, he realized, even though this had only been their first day traveling. Only a few days to go and we’ll arrive at the Northern Ledges, hopefully, his thoughts continued. After that they would continue on after perhaps gathering a few more soldiers. Sounded reasonable.
After a few more seconds Mildo started talking, and he said, almost mockingly, “It’s so too bad we don’t have a book about Mourgorth,” and he gave Treaf a smile. Treaf turned on him angrily. “Since when have you been looking through my stuff?!” He yelled, and several heads turned. Mildo then said, “Keep it down, will ya? You don’t want to raise a scene. Than everyone’s gonna want to read it.” Treaf wondered how he had managed to get into his stuff, but he left this for later and said. “Well ya can’t read it.” Mildo looked shocked. “But why not wouldn’t there be valuable information? Or is there something in it that is not fit for my age group?” Treaf shook his head, which in his case meant final definition, but for Mildo it meant nothing.
“You can’t read it, and that’s final,” he said, right before Mildo was about to speak.
“Why the heck not?” Treaf frowned and then said loudly after a long, exasperated groan, “Because I’m reading it!” He thought that this was good enough a reason, but some reason he doubted that Mildo would pay attention to him, for he would rather just trample him down and get the goodies after that.
“Well how about we both read it at the same time?” Switch on and off during different nights.” Treaf grimaced and then thought for a second. He realized that Mildo probably really wanting to read it—after all Treaf had when he had first gotten it, but then Treaf really wanted to keep reading it. However, he thought about and decided that he could maybe read it every other night like Mildo had suggested.
“Fine,” he said, and that was all there was to it. “But when you’re done with it you have to make a speech in front of the whole army. If you don’t finish it by then I don’t know what to do. Get a new strategy I guess. But the reason for this,” he added after seeing the look of bewilderment on Mildo’s face, “Is so that we all learn about Mourgorth together.” He sincerely hoped that Mildo had heard him, because he really didn’t want to explain the whole thing over again. But then Mildo nodded as he made his way around a large rock, and Treaf had remembered something like this happening when they had been traveling through the Barren Lands. Me and him had been talking about Dark Hoods, Treaf remembered, and then thought with a smirk. Hah. Time’s a strange thing.


Chapter Six
The Elder
After a few more hours it had become midday, and hence they stopped for lunch. Treaf was surprised to realize that he was not hungry in the least bit, and so he decided not to eat anything, since forcing something down his throat just for the heck of it would be a waste. He sat there and did various things, and the horses were also eating, but this time there was no stream that they stopped by. In fact Treaf doubted that there was one in the area at all, for one could not hear the general sound of one.
After what seemed a reasonably long time they were all done, and they all mounted their horses once more. However, Treaf was growing bored of doing nothing but riding, and so he found the Elder and struck up a conversation with him.
“So how many Magical Beings have you made yet?” He asked him. The Elder paused and then said, “I have created a hundred and fifty, and I think that that is a reasonable amount. How about you?” Treaf nodded. The Elder had made about fifty more since the battle, and Treaf guessed that he had worked very hard at it. He had been through the process before, and it was actually pretty long and tiring.
“That’s pretty impressive. I guess if you keep it up pretty soon we’ll have a thousand, huh?” The Elder laughed, and Treaf did not see the reason for it, but he did not say anything and continued on. Soon they were not talking anymore, but Treaf still was in the area of the group when he realized that the Elder was doing all of this from the Spell Book.
“Is there anything else in that Spell Book besides all of this?” Treaf asked. The Elder looked sternly at Treaf, but he met his gaze steadily.
“What do you mean?” He asked finally.
“Like any kind of other magic. I’m just curious, and besides, you must have read more than just how to create magical Beings, haven’t you?” The Elder paused thoughtfully.
“I have read about creations of other things too.” Treaf was unenthusiastic.
“Like what?” The Elder looked away as if this was not the proper place to be discussing things like this. Treaf, however, was more curious than ever, and he really wondered what had been in that Spell Book that they had received from the wizard in Eprinoco.
“Just tell me already!” Treaf said loudly, and the Elder seemed to realize that he was not talking, so he finally said, “I read about creating Blackwolf Spirits,” he said, and this did not seem to register in Treaf’s mind for a few seconds. Wait—the creation of those beasts? That could actually be useful in this war if he could create ones more powerful than the enemies’.
“Why haven’t you created any of them? It could be very useful, and we are all quite desperate. The Elder sighed, then breathed in deeply and said, “They are extremely difficult to create and I am not experienced enough. Only very powerful wizards can do this sort of thing.” Treaf grimaced. It couldn’t be that hard, could it? But then, it would be very bad if the Elder died in the process. No. we couldn’t risk it.
“That truly is too bad. Could you just explain the function to me, though? I’m not gonna try it, believe me. I’m too selfish to die.” The Elder did not really find this funny, and Treaf had the strange feeling that he was in trouble.
“All right. But you can read it yourself. I have made a copy that I carry with me. The handwriting in the actual Spell Book is too bad for you to read, I understand?” Treaf nodded, and after that the Elder extracted from within his coat a long piece of paper that had been rolled up until an inch thick, and Treaf guessed that there were probably multiple pieces of paper inside. Must be a pretty long function, he thought, receiving the piece of paper and then opening it. The Elder’s writing was certainly easier to read, and so he was pleased that he could learn a bit more magic.
The first chapter, or chapter heading, was labeled, Dark Energy and How to use it. Treaf read on, for he was extremely interested. Dark Energy consists of the things that make up any spirit except for the Magical Beings. To extract Dark Energy one must use the elementary designs of the Kagra, an extraction spell, and the ten Death Bonds. To use these one must also know how to handle them. One must, using the above, take the energy from the storm clouds using a Storm Brewer, and after that sealing it with a small charm. A bottle with absolutely no openings is ideal.
One must make sure none of the powerful energy escapes. Make sure that the bottle is large enough to house as much energy as one needs according to the Spirit being created. One must also take caution to the Spirit’s intentions, or otherwise it will kill you.
After this extract the Spirit after five days by breaking the seal. It will usually go without hesitation into a new form, in which case one must use the Blackwolf Spirit enchantments. Below it gave a list of five different spells that one would have to recite. Already Treaf was quite confused, but continued reading: After this the Spirit must be sealed again, but the vessel must be larger according to the Spirit’s size. If it is too small the Spirit will die and once more return to its original form.
Hold the Spirit for however long you would like, and when releasing it break the seal as before and give it your instructions. If you are not clear the Spirit will not understand and not do as you wish. Make sure that you say the words in Spirit translations, listed below. Below the actual instructions was a list of different translations laid out cleverly, explaining every letter and syllable instead of actual words. Treaf did not pay attention to this, and continued reading: The only ways that a Spirit will die is by different spells. Otherwise no mortal weapon will destroy it, but only three spells can make the energy disperse: The Kagra, a general body curse, the Anverfwick curse, and the Gurvisorm Radjak Poshaden life binder. Any others will fail.
When a Spirit dies it will go crazy and run as far is it can before evaporating, leaving behind a fine, black powder, which is the remainder of its Dark Energy.
Characteristics of a Blackwolf Spirit
A Blackwolf Spirit can, if made properly, run up to sixty miles per hour. It can destroy anything, and it kills by eating its prey and have a smaller spirit attack the prey once inside. It is a quick death, though very painful.
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