ADVENTURES OF ANAXAGORAS

“ Long before humanity commenced to think logically, they have been craving and making myths of their dreams. We still dream. We nonetheless spend an awful lot of our lives in the unseen world beyond the verges of mindful notion, however now not all mythological legends were born, Not all even attained the limelight, consequently few had existed even before humanity. Precisely like me, exiled from my world .i was onetime left isolated. Hope found me on this bizarre planet after spending centuries in a fey wild dungeon. it used to be a tragedy but I overcame and escaped the clutch of Baba Yaga, the mother of all witches. As you analyze my story be aware that, I was once in no way like a regular man, I was once a protecting deity who in return acquired t*****e and was decreased to nothing and I hope it remains that way but as some point in time as evil emerges from the seams of creation, the Walls would not last long enough for the adversaries to knock it down ” ... The Narrator's wand glints and he vaporized into steam. An ancient man dressed in medieval blue Embroidered Mystic Coat, who moreover wore a pair of bifocal glasses, he had long-winded white beards which made him seem to be greater baffling, he held an extraordinary staff that gave out blue ambiance. Seemingly walking thru an inter-dimensional portal, it was earlier very noticeable that he was an ancient wizard or a sorcerer of some kind. the suspected mysterious man stepped into a forest tree residence stuffed relatively with animals and pious creatures dancing to the sounds and rhythms of an animal and inorganic band. ? There once was a ship that put to sea The name of the ship was the Billy of Tea The winds blew up, her bow dipped down Oh blow, my bully boys, blow (huh) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go ? The birds and rugs sang the songs, the goat, the broomstick had the guitars, a flock of sheep and kitchen utensils where backup singers, so was a tortoise and frog banging the drums, and every being in the room seemed to be sentient and making merry but not till the notable man entered the scene. At the snap of his finger, the room grew to be relinquished leaving solely a Faerie fiddler. * A Faerie fiddler parallelled surprisingly thin, withered memorable men only 2? ft (0.61?m) tall, often dressed in somber and archaic clothes. They usually had a minute, wonderfully crafted fiddle, Faerie fiddlers have been endlessly cheerful creatures who had been active and spry despite their aged image. Their sole motivation was once to shield different members of their community and to make the world a little greater nice but this faerie fiddler had traveled into the earth with this ancient wizard. At the wizard's presence,' the faerie fiddler stood still out of fear. “ Caspian! ”. the wizard calls out thunderously. “ How many times have I instructed you to quit throwing parties in my absence, you end up messing up the place ”. the eerie-looking man interrogated in a gravelly voice as he feebly walks into a large room inside the treehouse. “ I was exhausted master, so I gathered a few friends. Apparently it's not much of a deal master Kendrick ”. “ Not much of a deal! , I was only gone for some minutes and you summon a bunch of supernatural creatures from a Maze of impalpable planes and suppose it's a joke, risking my hidden reputation, Artaxus is staring at dimensional mirrors to sniff out adjustments to discover me ". Master Kendrick describes with fury burning beneath his breadbasket as he stepped out before shifting into another room thru the tinge of his fingers that kept opening and closing doorways. “ If you know what will serve you well, Go to the bamboo hedges and find me a cleaning dust for this mess you've created! ”. Seeming to be busy with his portals, he opened another one and limps into it. “ Okay master, pardon me as I take my leave' then ” . Caspian remorsefully replies as he gently excuses himself leaving the entire house to master Kendrick. Kendrick was now in a certain significant room outside of certainty, it was a dimension which was wholly inscribed with daring runes and uncanny symbols, alternate slopes and spaces revolved around every distinct, celestial barriers, energy and realms crashed into one another, the totality of the place was everything that contradicts the legal guidelines of physics and acts simultaneously against each other, he sat with each leg crossed and his hands stretched out, his thumb touching his mid finger, He levitated above nabbed mirrors, diffused glass wards have been created around him as he levitated into mid-air creating blue rays that reserved beaming vivid light which mysteriously intensified the stress of the room, his eyes glitters in bluish sparks and his lips moved inaudibly as he chanted words only he could comprehend. The octagon corners of the room quivered at the sudden change, The whiff blew so vigorously that it created a whirlwind that moved every article in the room into Kendricks course, It all twirl around him as Kendrick started to lose his ancient body, like a Vacuum Cleaner sucking each atom from his skin, bones, and blood. From behind, his soul seemed to be phasing out of his flesh, an astral offshoot had passed off as his ancient physique gently revamps into a bee colony, spewing from the pores of his soul became a thick and sluggish blue liquid that dripped into a glass jar created from the shattered ward glasses. Immediately after the blue sap had been sifted from his soul, his new soul was now standing 'white'. Pale auras boiled down from the white host then overlaps of organic molecules instantly clips up his soul developing a new resuscitated body with an inexperienced age of round its early twenties. *Creation magic, magic to create something out of positive materials or magical energy, in any structure or structures even with any type of substances or even entities *. After the astral ritual, the hive flew out and younger Kendrick walked out of the room with the jar, Now carrying no glasses, his hair was now black and ttrimmed neatly and he wore a wizard cloak and held a wand. The master thaumaturgist took to his magic library, within it was his study. he sat on a suspended magical levitating seat as he dropped both legs crossed afloat on the table in which he maintained the filled up jar and examines dozens of floating mystic papers and big arcane books, Kendrick's library in which nearly all magic books and statistics are stored, the jaw-dropping library is described as an infinite warren of hexagonal rooms whose cabinets contain a limitless quantity of books, scrolls, and so on and Because the Library is both inexhaustible or very short to it, there is a warning that amongst all the oral or written gibberish ever existed in any possible universe already exists in it, and inside it lies boundless knowledge, shocking cult details, and eccentric write-ups. The hovering books orbited around Kendrick as the letters and symbols engraved inside it studied and explained themselves out for Kendrick's hearing. ->Flip-flip-flip<- The pages flipped over and the words where “ Nystul's Magic Aura... It was about to read itself when someone crossed the doorway into the library. “ Many times you see running away from crisis or strolling around your flaws only shoves you under peace and uplifts you into the darkest moments, master ”.. A voice whispers from behind, the voice of an ally. It was Caspian the sole creature to have access into the library but because he was trusted. it was absolutely and unimaginable impossible to get into Kendrick's library except he authorizes the motion, it was once warded/ protected barring ends that even spiritual entities ought to never get past the defense structures. * An indispensable ward called the “ Incorporate Bond ”, at the beginning Stated to be the final line of protection in magical security, Incorporate Bonds are in reality unbreakable. This shape of warding locks a third-dimensional object with a four-dimensional anchor, rendering it almost not possible to move. the astonishing theoretical mechanics are simplified as the Bond serving as a 'four-dimensional paperweight' acting upon the affected object. The bond is successful in being adjusted to hinder the target inside a geographical boundary But as it stands Kendrick made it available only to himself and his Faerie fiddler, Caspian. “ Have you come to exhaust me with your words, if so, take your leave and go make me a salad ” . Young master Kendrick replies with a sheepish smile. “ Every decade you empty your powers in a jar and bury your proper features below this trunk and think it really pays off to be stuck in a state of circulation ”. He says indicating with his hands. “ Are you saying, perhaps I Should return to the isle of ravaryn and reclaim my area as arch-mage instead of frittering away time as an earthly mere wizard? ”. “ Of course not, master Kendrick, you have warded the fullness of this forest with the amalgamated powers of a thousand' million-year-old archmages, no access from each side of the totality except you approve, I ask that you leave this cage and cruise the farthermost world as a young warlock ” . Caspian explains as he also sat on a floating book, with his violin strings pouring out pleasing sounds. “ I see you've gained pleasure with this " Humans", but what you fail to understand is that out there, in the turf, creatures are huddling at every angle and will happily create scenarios to reach me, even the bogeyman is a formidable threat and again, you also forget about my powers, at this time I only have a pinch of it ”. He explains flipping through the book with a straight face. * The Bogeyman, a mythic creature used by using adults to frighten young people into excellent behavior. Bogeymen have no particular look and conceptions vary drastically using family and culture, but they are most often depicted as masculine or androgynous monsters that punish teenagers for misbehavior *. " You may no longer have your entire power deflecting through your veins, however you can analyze to accommodate to humanity as you learn to discover your mysterious supremacy after every hundred years and you can rectify any flaws through discipline...so master, what do you presume ". Caspian brought his violin bow strikes to unleash musical satisfaction. Kendrick had continually desired to interact with the human world but fears risking his hidden reputation or getting specked by his dark mage brother identified as Artaxus warlock, the evilest whisper and the usurper of actualities, he believes that as soon as he left his forest tree house, chaos may unfold as he assumed. “ Caspian, I shall look into your wise words and if my reckonings of peace blunders my flaws of harm, I shall do as you've got beseeched and wander the universe if I could, you might also go now I have to learn how to interface with the Plane of Dreams and so you know' acute Concentration is in reality what I want right now ''. Kendrick replies turning his thinking into the papers of rune sketches and on the other hand. “ Of course master Kendrick ”. Caspian leaves through a mystic doorway.