Chapter One: Awakening in Eldian
The last moments of André's previous life were filled with regret and despair. A young man with so much promise, yet his life had been cut short by circumstances beyond his control. He remembered flashes of that life—faces, places, feelings—but they were all jumbled, like pieces of a puzzle that no longer fit together. His death had been sudden, unfair, and it left a lingering sense of unfinished business. But now, as his consciousness returned, he found himself in a world that was both strange and terrifyingly real.
André's first sensation was the cold, damp ground beneath him. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking against the dim light filtering through the gaps in the thatched roof above. The smell of earth and wood filled his nostrils, and the sound of rustling leaves and distant voices reached his ears. As his vision cleared, he realized he was lying in a small, modest room, the walls made of rough-hewn wood, and a single flickering candle providing the only light.
He sat up with a start, his heart pounding in his chest. Where was he? The last thing he remembered was... nothing, really. Just a vague sense of falling, of his life slipping away. But this—this was not the afterlife he had expected.
He looked down at himself and saw that he was wearing simple, rough clothing—a coarse tunic and trousers that were far removed from the fine garments he had worn in his previous life. His hands were different too; they were calloused, stronger, as if they belonged to someone who had lived a much harsher life.
Confusion gripped him, and André struggled to piece together his fragmented memories. He knew he was different, that something inside him had changed, but the details were elusive. He could sense a dark power within him, coiled like a sleeping serpent, waiting to be unleashed. It was both terrifying and exhilarating.
As he took in his surroundings, André noticed the door to the small room was slightly ajar. Beyond it, he could hear the muffled sounds of people talking—voices filled with urgency and fear. He stood up, his legs shaky at first, but they quickly grew stronger with each step he took. He needed answers, and the people outside might have them.
Pushing the door open, André stepped out into a larger, communal area. The room was dimly lit, but he could make out the forms of several people huddled together near a hearth, their faces lined with worry. They were dressed in simple peasant clothing, their hands rough from years of labor. One of them, an elderly man with a long white beard and a hunched back, looked up as André entered.
"You're awake," the old man said, his voice a mix of relief and apprehension. The others turned to look at André, their expressions a mix of curiosity and fear.
André nodded slowly, still trying to make sense of everything. "Where am I? What is this place?"
"This is the village of Eldwyn," the old man replied, rising to his feet with some difficulty. "You were found unconscious at the edge of the forest, near the old well. We brought you here to recover."
Eldwyn. The name was unfamiliar, yet it stirred something deep within André—a faint memory or a feeling that he couldn't quite place. "Thank you for helping me," he said, his voice still hoarse from disuse. "But... I don't remember how I got here."
The old man exchanged a glance with the others, then turned back to André. "You're not from around here, are you? Eldwyn is a small village, and we don't get many strangers passing through. Especially not ones like you."
"Ones like me?" André echoed, confused.
The old man sighed and gestured for André to sit by the hearth. "There's something different about you. We can all sense it. A kind of... power. It's not something we see often, especially not in a place like this."
André hesitated, then sat down on the rough wooden bench near the fire. He could feel the warmth from the flames, but it did little to chase away the cold fear gnawing at his insides. "I don't understand. What kind of power?"
The old man didn't answer right away. Instead, he reached into the pocket of his worn tunic and pulled out a small, glowing crystal. It was no larger than a pebble, but it pulsed with a soft, ethereal light.
"This is a mana crystal," the old man explained. "It's a rare resource in these parts, and it holds a small amount of magical energy. Our village survives by mining these crystals from the nearby caves and trading them with the local lord for food and protection."
André stared at the crystal, mesmerized by its gentle glow. It was beautiful, but he could also sense something else—a faint resonance, like an echo of the power he felt within himself. "This... this is magic?"
The old man nodded. "Aye. But the magic in these crystals is weak. It's enough to light our homes and warm our hearths, but not much more. The true power lies deeper within the earth, where the larger crystals are found. But those are dangerous to mine, and the lord's men take most of them for themselves."
As the old man spoke, André felt a surge of anger rise within him. He didn't know why, but the thought of these people being exploited, their hard work taken from them, stirred something deep inside. "Why do you let them do this? Why don't you fight back?"
A murmur of fear passed through the room, and the old man shook his head sadly. "We are simple folk, boy. We don't have the strength or the means to fight back. The lord's men are armed and trained, and they have mages who can wield powerful magic. If we resist, they'll burn our village to the ground."
André clenched his fists, feeling the dark power within him respond to his anger. It pulsed through his veins, hot and fierce, and for a moment he imagined what it would be like to unleash it—to destroy the lord's men and free these people from their oppression.
But then he hesitated. He still didn't fully understand this power or its consequences. It was dangerous, unpredictable. And yet... it was his only weapon, the only thing that could help him in this strange new world.
"I can help you," André said suddenly, surprising even himself with the certainty in his voice. "I don't know how, but I have to try."
The old man looked at André with a mix of hope and fear. "You have a good heart, boy. But this isn't your fight. You don't even know what you're up against."
"Maybe not," André replied, standing up and feeling the power within him surge again. "But I can't just stand by and do nothing. Not when I have the power to change things."
Before the old man could protest, the door to the communal room burst open, and a group of villagers rushed in, their faces pale with fear. "They're here!" one of them shouted. "The lord's men—they've come to collect the crystals!"
Panic spread through the room, and the old man's face went ashen. "There's nothing we can do," he muttered, sinking back onto the bench. "They'll take everything... and if we don't give them what they want, they'll destroy us."
André's mind raced as he tried to think of a plan. He couldn't let these people suffer any longer. The power within him—dark and mysterious as it was—had awakened for a reason. And now, it was time to use it.
"Where are they?" André asked, his voice calm despite the chaos around him.
The villagers looked at him, their eyes wide with disbelief. "You can't fight them," one of the women said, her voice trembling. "They'll kill you!"
"Just tell me where they are," André insisted, his resolve hardening with each passing second.
"They're in the square," the old man finally answered, his voice barely above a whisper. "They've blocked off the exits, and they're rounding up the villagers... demanding the crystals."
André nodded, then turned and strode toward the door. The villagers watched him go, some whispering prayers, others shaking their heads in despair. But André didn't look back. He knew what he had to do.
As he stepped out into the night, the cold air hit him like a slap in the face. The village square was not far, and as he approached, he could see the flickering torches and hear the harsh voices of the lord's men. They were shouting orders, dragging villagers out of their homes, and forcing them to hand over the precious crystals.
André's heart pounded as he reached the edge of the square. He could see the enforcers now—rough-looking men in worn armor, their faces twisted with cruelty. They held swords and spears, and at the center of the square stood a tall man in fine robes, his expression one of disdain and impatience. This had to be the lord's steward, the one in charge of collecting the crystals.
The villagers, huddled together in fear, were being forced to hand over small pouches filled with mana crystals. Each time one was given, the steward would examine it with a sneer, often dismissing it as insufficient before ordering his men to take more.
André felt the dark power within him rising again, more potent than before. It was as if the injustice he was witnessing was fueling it, making it stronger. He knew he couldn't hold it back much longer.
"Stop!" André shouted, stepping into the light of the torches.
The square fell silent as all eyes turned toward him. The villagers looked at him in shock, while the enforcers sneered at the sight of the lone young man standing defiantly before them.
"Who do you think you are?" the steward demanded, his voice dripping with contempt. "This is none of your business, boy. Leave now, and I might let you live."
André's eyes narrowed, and he took a step forward. "I'm making it my business. Leave these people alone, or you'll regret it."
The enforcers exchanged amused glances, and the steward chuckled. "You're either very brave or very stupid. I'll enjoy teaching you a lesson."
With a nod from the steward, one of the enforcers stepped forward, drawing his sword. He advanced on André with a sneer, clearly expecting an easy victory.
But André was ready. The dark power within him surged, and with a flick of his wrist, he sent a wave of energy crashing into the enforcer. The man was thrown back with a cry, his sword clattering to the ground as he crumpled in a heap.
The villagers gasped, and the enforcers froze, their bravado fading as they realized they were dealing with something far beyond their understanding.
The steward's eyes widened in shock and fear, but he quickly recovered, glaring at André with fury. "You'll pay for that, boy! Kill him!"
The remaining enforcers rushed forward, their weapons gleaming in the torchlight. But André didn't flinch. He raised his hand again, and the dark energy erupted from him in a torrent, slamming into the oncoming men with unstoppable force. They were thrown aside like ragdolls, their cries of pain echoing through the night.
The square fell silent once more, the enforcers lying motionless on the ground. The steward, now alone and terrified, backed away, his face pale with fear. "W-what are you?" he stammered, his voice trembling.
André took a step forward, the dark power still swirling around him like a storm. "I'm someone who's had enough of your cruelty," he said coldly. "Now leave this village and never return."
The steward didn't need to be told twice. He turned and fled into the night, abandoning his men and the mana crystals in his panic.
As the echoes of his retreating footsteps faded, the villagers slowly emerged from their hiding places, their expressions a mix of awe and fear. They had just witnessed something extraordinary—something that defied everything they knew about their world.
André stood in the center of the square, the dark energy gradually dissipating as his anger subsided. He felt a strange mix of satisfaction and unease. He had used the power within him, but at what cost? What had he become?
The elderly man from before stepped forward, his eyes filled with gratitude. "You saved us," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "We didn't know what to do... but you... you protected us."
André nodded, though the unease in his chest remained. "I did what I had to. But this isn't over. They'll come back, and they'll bring more men next time."
The old man sighed, his shoulders sagging with exhaustion. "Perhaps. But tonight, you've given us hope. And for that, we thank you."
The other villagers murmured their agreement, some reaching out to touch André's arm in a gesture of thanks. But André barely noticed. His mind was already turning to the future, to the challenges that lay ahead.
He couldn't stay in Eldwyn forever. This village had given him a chance to use his power, but it was also a reminder of the dangers that awaited him in this new world. He needed to understand his abilities, to control them, before they consumed him entirely.
As the villagers began to disperse, returning to their homes with a renewed sense of hope, André turned and walked away from the square. He had a long journey ahead of him, and he needed to find the answers that would help him survive in Eldian.
But even as he left the village behind, the dark power within him continued to stir, whispering promises of greater strength and darker paths. André knew he had to be careful. The power was a gift, but it was also a curse—one that could easily destroy him if he wasn't careful.
With a deep breath, André resolved to find out the truth about his rebirth and the source of his power. And as he walked into the night, leaving Eldwyn behind, he knew that his journey was only just beginning.
chapter2
The night had barely lifted its veil of darkness when the village of Eldwyn began to stir with an uneasy tension. Word of the confrontation between André and the lord's enforcers had spread quickly, and it wasn't long before the small lord himself—an arrogant and cruel man—learned of the incident. Furious that his authority had been challenged and his men bested by a stranger with mysterious powers, the lord wasted no time in planning his retribution.
By dawn, a squad of his most trusted warriors and a pair of formidable mages were dispatched with a single mission: capture the young man who dared to defy him and make an example of him for the rest of the village to see. The lord knew that if he allowed this act of defiance to go unpunished, it would only encourage further resistance. He couldn't afford that—not when the magical resources from Eldwyn were essential to maintaining his influence and power.
As the squad set out on their mission, André was already on the move. He had left the village under the cover of darkness, guided by a growing sense of urgency. His encounter with the enforcers had made one thing clear—he was now a target, and staying in one place for too long would only put the villagers in more danger. He had to keep moving, learn more about the strange new world he had awakened in, and most importantly, understand the dark power that now coursed through his veins.
The path André followed led him through dense forests and rugged hills, each step taking him further from the safety of Eldwyn and deeper into the unknown. The landscape was both beautiful and foreboding, with towering trees that blocked out the sun and twisted roots that seemed to writhe like serpents in the underbrush. The air was thick with the scent of pine and earth, but also something else—something ancient and powerful that lingered just beyond his senses.
As he moved through the wilderness, André couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. The forest was eerily silent, with only the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant call of a bird to break the stillness. Every now and then, he would catch a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye—a flash of shadow, a flicker of light—but when he turned to look, there was nothing there.
His nerves were on edge, but he pushed forward, determined to put as much distance between himself and the village as possible. The memories of the previous night's events played over and over in his mind—the power he had unleashed, the way it had surged through him like a living thing, and the fear it had instilled in both his enemies and himself. He needed to understand what was happening to him, to control the power before it consumed him.
But as André would soon learn, the dangers of Eldian were not limited to the supernatural.
It wasn't long before the lord's squad caught up to him. They had tracked him through the forest, following the trail he had unwittingly left behind. The warriors were seasoned hunters, skilled in tracking and stealth, while the mages used their abilities to enhance their senses and pinpoint André's location. By the time André realized he was being pursued, they were already closing in.
The first sign of trouble came in the form of a sudden, sharp pain in André's side. He gasped, stumbling forward as a magical bolt of energy seared through his flesh. The pain was intense, but it was the shock of being ambushed that sent him reeling. He spun around, his eyes wide with alarm, and saw the squad emerging from the shadows, weapons drawn and magic at the ready.
"There he is!" one of the warriors shouted, pointing at André with a sword. "Surround him! Don't let him escape!"
Panic surged through André as he realized how outnumbered he was. There were at least a dozen of them, and the two mages standing at the back were already preparing another spell. He could feel the dark power within him stirring, eager to be unleashed, but he knew he couldn't afford to lose control. Not here. Not now.
"Get away from me!" André shouted, raising his hand in a desperate attempt to ward them off.
A wave of dark energy erupted from his hand, crashing into the warriors with the force of a tidal wave. Several of them were thrown back, their weapons clattering to the ground as they were slammed into trees and rocks. But the mages were quicker to react. They raised their hands, casting a barrier of shimmering light that absorbed the brunt of André's attack.
"Don't let him use his magic!" one of the mages yelled, his voice tinged with fear. "Bind him before he can cast again!"
The other mage nodded, his eyes narrowing in concentration as he began to weave a binding spell. Runes of light appeared in the air, circling around André and tightening like a magical noose. He could feel the power constricting around him, sapping his strength and rendering him helpless.
"No!" André growled, his anger flaring as he struggled against the spell. The dark power within him responded to his desperation, surging through his body with renewed force. With a roar, he broke free of the binding, shattering the runes with a burst of raw energy.
The mages staggered back, their faces pale with shock. "Impossible," one of them whispered, his voice trembling. "No one should be able to break that spell…"
André didn't give them a chance to recover. He turned and ran, his heart pounding in his chest as he sprinted deeper into the forest. The trees blurred around him as he pushed himself to the limit, leaping over fallen logs and ducking under low-hanging branches. He could hear the warriors shouting behind him, their heavy footsteps pounding the earth as they gave chase.
But André had one advantage—they were following him blindly, while he was beginning to understand the terrain. The dark power within him seemed to resonate with the forest, guiding him through the dense underbrush and revealing hidden paths that allowed him to stay just ahead of his pursuers. It was as if the very land itself was helping him, though he didn't know why.
After what felt like an eternity of running, André burst out of the forest and into a clearing. He skidded to a halt, panting for breath as he looked around, trying to get his bearings. The clearing was dominated by a large, rocky outcrop that rose sharply from the ground, its surface dotted with cracks and crevices. It wasn't an ideal place to make a stand, but he didn't have a choice. He was out of options.
He turned to face the direction he had come from, his chest heaving as he tried to summon the dark power once more. But he was exhausted, and the power felt sluggish, unresponsive. He needed to rest, to recover—but there was no time. The warriors were closing in, and he could already see the glint of their weapons through the trees.
Just as André braced himself for the inevitable fight, a voice rang out from behind him—a woman's voice, sharp and commanding.
"Over here, quickly!" the voice called.
André whipped around, his eyes scanning the rocky outcrop. There, standing in the shadow of the rocks, was a woman dressed in dark, practical clothing. Her hair was tied back in a messy braid, and her eyes were sharp and focused. She beckoned to him urgently, her expression leaving no room for argument.
Without hesitation, André ran toward her, his instincts telling him to trust this stranger. As he reached her, she grabbed his arm and pulled him into a narrow crevice between the rocks. It was a tight fit, and the jagged edges of the stone scraped against his skin, but the woman didn't slow down. She led him through a winding passage that seemed to go on forever, the sound of the pursuing warriors growing fainter with each step.
Finally, they emerged into a small, hidden cave. The woman released André's arm and turned to face him, her eyes scanning him up and down with a critical gaze.
"You're lucky I found you when I did," she said, her tone matter-of-fact. "Another minute out there, and they would've caught you for sure."
André leaned against the cave wall, struggling to catch his breath. "Who… who are you?" he managed to ask between gasps.
"Name's Lina," she replied, crossing her arms. "And you? Who are you, and why is the lord so hell-bent on capturing you?"
"André," he said, still panting. "I… I don't know why they're after me. I just… I just wanted to help."
Lina raised an eyebrow. "Help? That's a dangerous word around here, especially for someone with your kind of power. The lord doesn't take kindly to people who disrupt his control."
André frowned, confusion swirling in his mind. "I don't understand. What is this place? Why does the lord want me dead?"
Lina studied him for a moment, then sighed. "You really are clueless, aren't you? This is Eldian—one of the most dangerous and magical places in existence. The Seven Magical Empires rule this land, each one vying for control of its resources and power. And you, my friend, just made yourself a target by showing the world that you have something they want."
André's heart sank as he listened to Lina's words. He had only wanted to help the villagers in Eldwyn, but now it seemed he had unwittingly stepped into a much larger conflict—one that he didn't fully understand.
"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice tinged with fear. "What do I have that they want?"
Lina narrowed her eyes. "You have power, André. Dark power. The kind that the empires would kill to control. The lord who's after you? He's just a small fry compared to the forces that are out there. If you're not careful, you'll end up dead—or worse."
André felt a chill run down his spine. He had always known there was something different about the power within him, but he had never imagined it would put him in
"What do I do?" he asked, his voice barely above
Lina's expression softened, and she placed a hand on his shoulder. "First things first, we need to get you somewhere safe—somewhere they can't find you. Then, you need to learn how to control your power. If you can master it, you might just have a chance of surviving
André nodded, determination flickering in his eyes. He didn't fully understand what was happening to him, but he knew one thing for sure—he wasn't going to give up. Not now. Not after everything he had been through.
"Where do we go?" he asked
Lina smiled, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "I know just the place. Follow me."
With that, she led André deeper into the cave, where a hidden path awaited them. As they ventured into the darkness, André couldn't help but feel a strange sense of hope. He didn't know what the future held, but with Lina by his side, he felt like he might just have a fighting chance.
And so, they disappeared into the shadows, leaving the dangers of the forest behind. But as they journeyed deeper into the unknown, André knew that this was only the beginning. The power within him was still a mystery, and the forces that sought to control it were growing stronger
He would need to learn quickly, or risk being consumed by the very power.
Chapter Three:
The passageways within the cave twisted and turned, leading André and Lina deeper into the darkness. The air grew cooler, and the walls of the tunnel became smoother, as if they had been carved by human hands. Lina moved with confidence, her steps sure and steady, while André followed closely behind, trying to suppress the unease growing within him. Every so often, he would glance back, half-expecting the lord's men to burst through the shadows, but the only sounds he heard were the distant echoes of their footsteps.
After what felt like hours of walking, the narrow passage finally opened up into a large, dimly lit chamber. André's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight before him. The chamber was vast, with high ceilings supported by intricately carved stone pillars. The walls were lined with towering bookshelves, each one filled with ancient tomes, scrolls, and artifacts that radiated a faint, otherworldly glow. The air was thick with the scent of old paper, dust, and a hint of something magical—something powerful.
"Welcome to the Hidden Library," Lina said, her voice reverberating slightly in the cavernous space. "This is one of the oldest and most secret places in all of Eldian. Very few know of its existence, and even fewer have set foot inside."
André's eyes widened as he stepped further into the chamber, his gaze darting from one shelf to another. He could feel the weight of the knowledge contained within these walls, a tangible presence that seemed to hum with energy. "How did you find this place?" he asked, his voice filled with awe.
Lina smirked, clearly pleased with his reaction. "Let's just say I have a knack for finding things that others prefer to keep hidden. This library was created long ago by the ancient scholars of Eldian, a group dedicated to preserving the most powerful and dangerous magical knowledge. Over the centuries, it became a refuge for those seeking forbidden knowledge, and now, it's our sanctuary."
"Forbidden knowledge?" André repeated, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of knowledge?"
Lina led him deeper into the library, her fingers trailing along the spines of the ancient books. "All kinds. Magic that can bend time, control the elements, summon creatures from other realms… and, of course, knowledge about the Seven Magical Empires and the dark forces that lurk in the shadows."
As she spoke, Lina stopped in front of a particularly old and worn bookshelf. She reached up and carefully pulled out a large, leather-bound tome. The book was heavy, its pages yellowed with age, and its cover was embossed with strange symbols that André couldn't decipher.
"This," Lina said, holding the book out to André, "is where we'll start. It's a collection of writings about the Seven Magical Empires, their rise to power, and the ancient prophecies that have guided them for centuries. If you're going to survive in Eldian, you need to understand the world you're living in—and the power you hold."
André hesitated for a moment before taking the book from her hands. It was heavier than he expected, and as soon as his fingers touched the cover, he felt a jolt of energy run through him. It was as if the book recognized him, acknowledged his presence, and was eager to share its secrets.
"Why are you helping me?" André asked, looking up at Lina with a mixture of gratitude and suspicion. "You don't even know me."
Lina met his gaze, her expression softening. "Maybe I see something in you—something that reminds me of myself. Or maybe I just don't like seeing someone with your kind of power running around clueless and alone. Either way, you need guidance, and I'm offering it. Take it or leave it."
André nodded slowly, his grip tightening on the book. "I'll take it. Thank you."
"Good," Lina said with a smile. "Then let's get started."
She led André to a nearby table, its surface covered with old maps, quills, and half-burned candles. As he set the book down, Lina began to light the candles, casting a warm, flickering glow over the pages. The atmosphere in the library was almost reverent, as if they were standing in a sacred place where time itself had slowed.
André opened the book carefully, feeling the aged paper crackle beneath his fingers. The first few pages were filled with ornate writing, a script that seemed to dance across the parchment in elegant, looping strokes. It was written in a language he didn't recognize, but as he focused on the words, they seemed to shift and change, becoming legible before his eyes.
"It's enchanted," Lina explained, noticing his surprise. "The words will reveal themselves to those who are meant to read them. Go on—keep reading."
As André delved deeper into the book, the words painted a vivid picture of Eldian's history. He read about the rise of the Seven Magical Empires, each one founded by a powerful mage or warrior who had mastered a different aspect of magic. These empires had grown and expanded over the centuries, their leaders waging wars for control over the continent's vast magical resources.
The book also spoke of ancient prophecies—foretellings of a time when the balance of power would be disrupted by the emergence of a dark force, one that would challenge the very foundations of the magical world. This force, the prophecy claimed, would arise from an outsider—someone not of Eldian, who would possess the power to either save or destroy the world.
André felt a chill as he read these words. The description of the dark force resonated with the power inside him, the same power that had saved him in the village and helped him escape the lord's men. Could the prophecy be referring to him? Was he the outsider destined to change the fate of Eldian?
Lina watched him closely as he read, her expression thoughtful. "You're starting to see it, aren't you?" she said quietly. "The connection between you and this prophecy."
André nodded slowly, his mind racing. "But I don't understand. I wasn't born in this world. I… I died, and then I woke up here. Why would a prophecy about Eldian apply to me?"
"That's the mystery, isn't it?" Lina replied, leaning back in her chair. "The prophecy is vague on the details, but it's clear on one thing: the outsider's power is unlike anything this world has seen before. And if you're the one it speaks of, then you're tied to this world in ways we can't yet understand."
André closed the book, his thoughts a whirlwind of fear, confusion, and determination. "So what do I do now? If this prophecy is about me, how do I figure out what I'm supposed to do?"
"First, you need to learn how to control your power," Lina said firmly. "The dark magic within you is powerful, but it's also dangerous. If you don't master it, it could consume you—and then the prophecy's darker interpretation might come true."
André swallowed hard, the weight of his situation pressing down on him. "How do I control it? I've only used it a few times, and each time it feels like it's taking over."
Lina stood up and moved to another bookshelf, pulling out several more books and scrolls. "We'll start with the basics—understanding the nature of your magic, its source, and how to channel it without letting it control you. This isn't going to be easy, André. Dark magic is inherently unstable, and it's tied to emotions like anger, fear, and despair. To control it, you need to learn to control yourself."
André listened intently, absorbing every word. He knew that Lina was right—he needed to gain mastery over this power if he was to survive in Eldian, let alone fulfill whatever role the prophecy had in store for him.
Over the next several days, Lina guided André through the ancient texts, teaching him the fundamentals of magic in Eldian. They studied the properties of mana, the different types of magical energies, and the techniques used by mages to harness and manipulate these forces. Lina was a patient teacher, and André quickly realized that she was far more knowledgeable than he had initially assumed.
But dark magic, André soon learned, was a different beast altogether. Unlike the other forms of magic, which drew from external sources like the elements or the natural world, dark magic came from within. It was born from the depths of the soul, fed by negative emotions and thoughts. The stronger the emotion, the more powerful the magic—and the more difficult it was to control.
Lina helped André practice channeling his magic, teaching him to focus his mind and willpower to direct the dark energy. At first, it was a struggle—every time André attempted to use his power, it would surge wildly, almost overwhelming him. But with Lina's guidance, he began to understand the rhythms of the magic, the way it responded to his emotions and thoughts.
One night, as they sat together in the flickering light of the library, Lina handed André a small, polished stone. It was a mana crystal, similar to the ones he had seen in Eldwyn, but smaller and more refined.
"Hold this," Lina instructed, "and focus on the energy within it. Feel its pulse, its rhythm. Let it guide your own magic, help you find balance."
André did as she asked, closing his eyes and wrapping his fingers around the crystal. He could feel the faint hum of energy within it, a steady, soothing presence that contrasted with the chaotic force inside him. As he concentrated on the crystal's energy, he felt his own magic begin to calm, its wild surges becoming more controlled, more manageable.
Lina watched as a faint aura of dark energy formed around André, swirling gently like a shadowy mist. "Good," she said softly. "You're getting the hang of it. Remember, your magic is part of you—it doesn't have to be a weapon or a curse. It can be a tool, a shield, a light in the darkness."
André opened his eyes, the aura fading as he released the crystal. "Thank you, Lina," he said, his voice filled with genuine gratitude. "I don't think I could have done this without you."
Lina smiled, a hint of pride in her eyes. "You're stronger than you realize, André. And you're learning fast. But we still have a long way to go."
As they continued their studies, André began to feel more confident in his abilities. The dark magic that had once terrified him was slowly becoming something he could control, something he could use to protect himself and others. But he also knew that this was only the beginning. The challenges ahead would be even greater, and the stakes higher than he had ever imagined.
One evening, as they were poring over an ancient map of Eldian, Lina pointed to a region marked with strange symbols. "This is the Ruins of Azragoth," she explained. "It's said to be the birthplace of the first dark mages, and it's where the ancient scholars created the prophecies. If you're serious about understanding your power and the prophecy, this is where you need to go."
André stared at the map, feeling a mix of excitement and dread. The Ruins of Azragoth sounded like a place of great danger, but also of great knowledge. "When do we leave?" he asked, his voice steady.
Lina looked at him, her expression serious. "We'll leave at first light. But be prepared, André. The journey will be perilous, and the Ruins are not a place to be taken lightly. Whatever we find there could change everything."
André nodded, his resolve firm. "I'm ready."
As the night wore on, André and Lina prepared for their journey, gathering supplies and poring over the maps one last time. The Hidden Library had been a place of refuge and learning, but it was clear that their path lay beyond its walls.
When dawn broke, they left the library behind, stepping out into the early morning light. The air was crisp, and the world around them was quiet, as if holding its breath. André felt a sense of anticipation, a feeling that something momentous was about to happen.
Together, they set off toward the Ruins of Azragoth, the sun rising behind them as they journeyed into the unknown. And as they walked, André couldn't help but feel that he was finally beginning to understand his place in this strange, magical world.
But even as he grew stronger, the dark power within him remained a constant presence, a reminder of the challenges that still lay ahead. The Ruins would hold the answers he sought—but they would also test him in ways he could not yet imagine.
André knew that his journey was far from over. In fact, it was only just beginning.