himself into the wizard’s words, pulling all of his thoughts inside of his body, to the core of himself. He could hear the beating of his heart and the rush of air in his lungs as he breathed.
“Now, Justan, I am going to release a spell. You will feel a tingling in your body. At that time, switch to your mage sight. Ready? Now.”
Justan felt the rush of magic enter him. He kept his eyes closed, but opened his mage sight. To his astonishment, he saw a maze of energy inside of his body. Pulsing flows of incandescent light circulated through his heart and lungs, being distributed to the rest of his body.
Locksher continued, “Do you see the flows? Good. Now follow them up through your neck into your head. They should focus there. Do you see it?”
Justan didn’t know how he would be able to see inside his own head, but he did as instructed. He focused in on the flows of magic leaving his heart. It was an amazing sight as if he had shrunk down and was somehow traveling through his own veins. He followed the flows up through his neck and into the expanding cluster of nerves that were his brain. He narrowed his focus further and saw a brilliant network of energy. Magical flows of all colors and levels of brightness zoomed around in intricate patterns.
“The source of the magic within you is your heart and lungs, but the controlling mechanism of your power is your brain,” Locksher said. Somehow, even though the visions were intense, Locksher’s voice rang in his mind with hypnotic tone.
“Follow the energy down deeper and deeper into your mind until you see a joining. It will look like a knot.”
Justan swam through the energy. It was like a brilliant fuzzy ball of electrified color moving in so many directions that it was dizzying. He plunged down to the center of it all until he found it, the joining of the energy wrapped tight like a ball of yarn. “Now, I want you to enter the knot, send all of your consciousness inside of it. There you will find what you are looking for.”
Justan thrust himself deep into the knot. There was resistance. He struggled to push himself into it deeper yet. The brilliant light grew stronger and stronger. Suddenly, he heard a loud pop. There was a rush of energy. It was an explosive release and startled him so much that he opened his eyes. Lances of pure magic shot out from him in every direction. Locksher held on to his chair with a fierce grip, surprise on his face. A thin bubble of protective force surrounded the wizard, yet the chair slid backward several feet.
As quickly as it began, it was over. The magic faded and Justan felt as tired as if he had ran for days. The whole process had only taken mere moments, but it seemed like it had been hours.
The room was quiet for a few moments. The force of the magic had blown out the torches. The only light in the room was a glow coming from the sphere Locksher had placed on the floor between them. To Justan’s astonishment, it hadn’t moved an inch.
Locksher laughed.
“Whew! Now that was something else.” The wizard made a gesture and the torches in the room lit again. “You have a powerful talent, that’s for sure. Look at the ceiling!” There was a web-like network of cracks in the rock above their heads.
“So what did it tell you?” Justan asked, eager despite his exhausted state.
“Let us see,” the wizard responded and pulled a sheet of white paper from within his robes. He took the glowing orb and set it down beside the sheet of paper. He then brought out a small sponge and a tiny bottle. “This sheet of paper has been magically treated. In this bottle is pure oil from dwarven musk olives. Watch what happens when the two are combined.”
The wizard soaked the sponge with oil and put the little bottle away. He then wiped the sheet of paper with a thin coat of the oil. Locksher set the paper back down on the ground and set the glowing orb in the
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