52 Sudden Call
1535 Words
But there was one concern for Peter.
“How do I bring this to my actual place?” he asked Wiboe.
Wiboe shook his head. “This is your copy of the book in the dream world. I’ve sent a fairy to send you the physical copy of the two,” he explained. “I’ve heard you mostly practice and do things on your dream, so this must be a good idea.”
“It was a good idea, indeed,” Peter agreed with a smile. “Dreamworld always amazes me,” he said.
The dream goblin gave him a small smile. “If you ever find another dreamlord candidate, do the same for me. Call me and I will give you another reward.”
“Sure. What will you do with the one I found?” he asked in curiosity. “Her name’s Dorothy, by the way,” he added.
“Of course, I’ll make her a dreamlord,” Wiboe said. “I’ll leave now,” he said and went out of Peter’s place.
Peter waited for Wiboe to leave before he studied the appearance of the two books. Comparing the two, the Mind Magic: The Shadow of Fear was the thickest. Which, Peter didn’t expect.
When he saw the duel between Barros and Ray before, he was impressed by how his friend fought but Barros’s skills showed superiority and power.
When he thought of it before, if ever Barros studied and he was to scribe his skills, he would use a very thick book, therefore the Elf Sword Dance ABC. But now that he saw that it was just an inch thick, it made him think that Barros probably just used his skills in a very effective way.
What made him more curious was the Mind Magic book, as it was three times thicker than the other. Based on his understanding, the Mind Magic book was specifically for controlling people by illusions that were connected to their deep fear.
He already had a plan. Since he wouldn’t want to use the Mind Magic book on actual people, he chose to practice it on a dream by creating someone he could control. The Elf Sword Dance ABC, he chose to practice it in the real world, so he would physically be trained.
He placed the two books inside his dream orb for future use and decided to wake up.
It was 8 am when he woke up and he wondered if Dorothy became a dreamlord by that moment.
He saw two books by his bedside table and it was the same two books that he remembered from the dream world. He picked them and just like in the dream world, the Mind Magic book was thicker. They were quite quaint in actual appearance. Since seeing it in the real world was more crisp and clear, he could see and feel the texture of it.
He didn’t waste time; he decided to use The Elf Sword Dance ABC. But before that, he prepared materials for his practice.
He would need, of course, a sword. He might need a target for his practice, so he took one of the male mannequins that he used for description whenever he wrote for a male character.
After deciding it was not safe for his room decorations to practice there, he chose to practice by his garage. He was determined to at least master ten pages for less than half an hour.
The thing about the book was, it wasn’t just getting used by moving with the sword. He also needed to chant a few spells to make everything work. From its title, he had to learn how to move the sword smoothly and lightly. His movements should also have control and should be in sync with using the sword.
Setting his timer on his phone for thirty minutes, he placed it on a corner where he wouldn’t accidentally step on it. He flipped to the first page and the first lesson was to make the sword your own.
It confused him for some seconds but then he saw an explanation down the first page.
“Making the sword your own: Acknowledging the sword is yours and the sword acknowledging it was owned by you,” he read in Orrinatta language and he nodded. “Oh, that sounds convenient,” he continued reading, ”This can be used when opponent managed to steal the sword from you or you lacked access to your sword. Once you succeeded with the spell, you can summon your sword at one call within a close hundred-meter distance.”
He nodded. “Oh, that’s impressive,” he said. He cracked his knuckles and made a few stretches while grunting. “Let’s do this,” he cheered himself and held the sword. “Hold the sword and chant the spell,” he read the instruction.
“In my hand, I hold this sword until I finish this spell, this sword must be one with my body and soul. This sword must obey my call,” he chanted in Orrinatta language and as he was done, light-yellow bright fire surrounded his hand and sword. It surprised him for a second, but it never felt burning.
The fire slowly disappeared, and when it was gone, it had a different feeling in his hand. It felt lighter and he couldn’t even tell if the sword he was holding was a real one.
It was just a stainless prop he got as a resource to the sword fighting scenes in some of his books and it even felt so light.
He continued and learned how to call it. It was not calling it, but it had something to do with telepathy. To test if it would work, he opened the garage door and threw the sword on the grassy ground of his front yard.
He thought of calling the sword. He wasn’t sure how, but he thought of the sword coming to his hand. He waited for something to happen and as he continued to think of calling the sword, the sword slowly levitated, which made his eyes open wide.
But then it fell back on the ground. He was confused about what happened and he realized he shouldn’t be distracted. He tried again and this time, the sword smoothly levitated and flew with its handle straight into his hand.
He gripped at the handle of the sword and excitedly jumped up and down.
He proceeded with the practice and the next thing he had to learn was defense. Fair enough. He found it hard to attack since there were things to be learned before that. And it would take a long process to master attack, so it was safe to learn how to defend himself first.
The first thing that was written there to learn defense was to be observant. To observe the movement of the opponent. Quite easy for him because he would like to observe his opponent. It was basic for him.
Another thing that caught his interest was, “Distract the opponent while they were attacking,” he read the part. “Hmm, interesting.” He went on reading, “This technique is effecting when you move on to attacking because if you distract the opponent, they will highly let their guard down. Therefore, it would be a great chance for a fatal attack,” he read and nodded once more.
So far, the book had provided helpful tips and he moderately moved to the next techniques.
He could say the techniques in the book were easy for him to learn. It was also easy for him to adapt. Within the first few pages of the book, he set a quick pace to control his sword skills.
He was now on the fifth page and learning techniques of attacking the opponent.
Before moving to another attacking technique, he practiced all the things that he learned from the first page.
He tossed the sword across the garage room and pretended as if he had fallen on the ground, in front of the mannequin aka the “opponent”. He wanted to get the sword quickly, so he stretched out his hand and waited, and with his mind, he called the presence of the sword. In less than a second, the sword was in his hand.
He stood up quickly and spun his body around. He then moved left to right as if to dodge non-existent attacks. He moved so smoothly and he looked relaxed than ever.
Then, he spun yet again but surrounding the “opponent”, in quick motions that it looked like he was the fastest thing.
He then held the mannequin’s neck with his left arm, and under his arm, he pretended to s***h the mannequin’s throat with the sword.
That was one attack technique he learned, and he couldn’t wait to learn more. Panting, he turned to his ringing phone, reminding him that half an hour had passed. And he was just on the sixth page.
“Well, that’s harder than I thought it would be,” he commented and tossed the stainless sword to a corner before picking his phone and the book.
He decided to take some break and thought it would be better if he continued after having breakfast because it might be the energy that he was lacking.
Just when he stepped out of the garage, his phone started ringing.
An unexpected caller ID appeared on the screen of his phone. Licking his drying lips, he swiped the screen to answer the call. “Hello?” he answered.
“Good morning, Mr. Peter Cohen,” a familiar female voice registered to his ear and hearing her voice, somehow, sent shivers down his spine.
“How are you, Attorney Emma?”
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