To change
Changing Arkshara, that magic was totally different from everything I had ever seen, it was dark and heavy. Every time I used the magic, I could hear whispers and calls, it was as if something wanted to speak to me. Of course, I didn't tell Cassandra about it, since she never mentioned anything like that in her explanations, which makes me think that only I can hear the voices. Sometimes the voices were clear enough to be understood, and when I managed to hear them, they told me secrets and things beyond the ordinary. During that training period, my relationship with Cassandra improved slightly.
Daniel and Robert were magical geniuses, just to speak. No matter how advanced I was during our "duels," they always matched me. Daniel was forced to train since his father, Lucio Malfoy, wanted a strong and intelligent heir. , Robert was simply a complete genius; he trains little and evolves a lot, it's scary, actually. He keeps talking about training with the mind and stuff like that.
Robert was lazy and carefree, while Daniel was serious and controlled. They used to describe me as cold and violent, but despite our differences, we were inseparable, and at that point, I had already accepted them as my brothers.
Anger
The world was a funny place. I still remember the day my parents discarded me, their expressions and glances. I was thrown away without remorse. They never sent a letter or tried to contact me; they simply erased my existence from their minds. And now, looking at the new edition of the Daily Prophet, I can feel the fire burning in my veins and the cold air coming out of my lungs. Those wretches had built a castle for their "prince and future princess."
My first reaction was to laugh; my laughter was so loud that even Cassandra must have heard it from her office. Then I went to the training room and destroyed everything. The power was so great that a simple "INCENDIO" burned the entire room, and the flames, which were normally orange, were red and strong.
The sounds of the fire were different, instead of the usual crackling, they sounded like agonizing screams. It was terrifying and wonderful.
I don't know how long I stayed there; I only stopped when I couldn't cast any more spells, and even then, that anger was still there…
Crushing
After that display of power, Cassandra doubled my training and began teaching me a new spell using Arkshara, which she called effigies. The principle was to create illusions of myself or objects. There were other spells that did the same, but all magic using Arkshara couldn't be detected, making that illusion awesomely lethal.
Mastering effigy wasn't complicated; According to Cassandra, I had talent with illusions and offensive magic, so all that remained was to improve my control over those powers.
At night, I found myself thinking about what I would do with my life. I didn't want to be small and forgotten like many other wizards. I wanted to be remembered like Merlin and the founders; I wanted to be adored by my own and feared by my enemies... And from that night on, it was where my long journey of conquest and blood would begin.
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