It's been a full day now.
A full day since he blacked out completely.
Staring at him, aimlessly wandering about makes anxious. I'm not sure what's going to happen now.
Ever since we left Spol behind his blackouts suddenly took a turn for the worse, the lengths increasing with episode untiluntil he can't even summon anymore.
The last he had his awareness; he'd just co out from a twelve-hour black out and was wondering where he was and why he was surrounded by snow. It didn't even take thirty minutes before the next black out occurred.
And now we're up to a day. I'm not sure if he's coming back from this one either, right now, I'm just shadowing him until he stumbles unto the Cultists Camps that so obviously lie ahead.
He may be chewing what grass is left in this snow and chasing after bunnies, but he's got no intelligence behind him. It's like he's just biting into everything he can to find out what will relieve him of his hunger.
At the rate he's at, he might just fall over from exhaustion, ever since the wandering started it hasn't stopped, not even for a second. I bet his legs must be killing him already.
But this resilienceor rather, insanity can't be natural. Asher almost never talks about his powers in a way I can understand or glean anything type of knowledge.
It's obvious he's hiding sothing, I'm not that oblivious. He talks about levels, locks, proficiency, always muttering to himself about more spells to gain. I've asked about these things, and he's poorly changed the subject or given so vague answer.
RPG. RTS. What the hell does any of that an?
'Oh, you wouldn't understand this cheap RPG, Anselm, just trust .'
And I have. I've put up with it because his decisions have gotten us results thus far. I'm not so deep under a rock that I don't know that magic has to be learned, has to be studied and practiced and trained and honed to the point that it becos second nature but still a foreign object in the palm of your hands.
I know. From my ti there and even now still, magic is learned through tos, through libraries secretly built and heavily guarded. Magic is bought with heaps of gold and Mages are given authority for simply having the knowledge.
But Asher is different. The last ti I saw him with a book was in the cave, and the last ti I saw him practice his magic was in Ioina. Never again.
But yet through our ti together he's grown so much more powerful than I could have thought possible for a human. His ears aren't pointy, he isn't overly tall either so he definitely isn't an elf.
I've thought to myselfperhaps he has elven blood in his ancestry and that's what spurs his unnatural skill with magic. But even that explanation has a gaping hole in it.
A gaping hole that is the fact that magic is information. If he had a to, it would explain the new spells, if he were buying it off soone, that would explain so of it too.
This isn't the oddest thing about Asher though. Sotis he stops and stares so intently at a point in the air, smiling and chuckling to himself. What could he be looking at?
I shake my head free of these questions and suspicions. None of that matters now that he's like this.
The Spirit Wolf he made a deal withthat's what matters.
Looking at Asher shove snow into his mouth for likely the hundredth ti while I'm unable to do anything to help fills with rage. Rage at myself, at Asher and especially at that Wolf he made that deal with.
I get that it was for power, power that he promises will help him get closer to shoving my little not alive situation like he promised, but the cost of said power is looking to high as it stands.
What use is a spell of death when you've run so made you can't even call upon your mana?
Ugh! When he took that stupid deal, I warned him I wouldn't be able to help him without being summoned. Look how brilliantly things have worsened.
"I wish I could strangle Asher and that damned wolf!"
"I know exactly how you feel"
I freeze up, perhaps literally as there's a sudden blowing wind full of cold that sends chills through my spine
But that has to be wrong. Why? Because I'm in the Spirit Realm, there aren't such things as, wind, cold or the sensation of touch.
And the voice that spoke, it's as though the words I heard carried said foreign wind into the Spirit Realm. This isn't any ordinary spirit.
Slowly, I hover and pivot to have a look at who's in my company. But behind , I find nothing.
"Who is there?" I ask, puffing my chest out, ready to go through an immortal brawl with a malicious spirit if that's what this is. They've attacked before, since I can move about it's like they're drawn to so I've had my full staving them off.
But not recently, Asher's been summoning almost all the ti so it's almost like I'm alive but I'm really just absent in the Spirit Realm.
Nevertheless, I set up my dukes and ready my mind.
"Be at peace, I have not co to harm you."
There's that wind again. It baffles , I'm certainly not in the physical world, so how is this sensation even possible?
The voice that speaks is calm, reassuring even. But malicious spirits are sinister, you can't ever be sure what shape or form they'll take, about ti I add voice to the list.
"Show yourself!" I demand, my head swirling around, looking for a target for my fists to et with.
"I am before you, I am below and above you, I am" A strong gust nearly knocks off balance as the voice speaks.
With my eyes squinted and my eyelids frosted from the cold, I can barely make out the twinkle that begins to rise and twirl in front of .
I can't make it out because of the wind and ice, but slowly, as I grunt and struggle against perhaps the first bit of wind in the Spirit Realm, the object begins to take on so form.
I can see six points; it glitters as it grows up to the size of a hand. The six points begin to join together and formbranches? Could it bea tree?
No.
The wind stops abruptly, like it was never there in the first place. All that remains is the cold, it's cruel, my tips turn blue and my lip breaks.
Then the voice speaks again.
"I am the cold, the cruel heat, the frost"
Finally, I break the ice sealing my eyelids and peer a look, before is a single snowflake, twirling and twinkling, emitting a radiance that can only be compared toto the light of Anera's embrace.
Could it be? Could this be the second chance I've longed for? A chance at resting peacefully at last, like I was ant to?
Is it, Anera?
"I am Frozia, Goddess of the Winter and Ice."
I feel my heart plumt with disappointnt and brace with shock. A Goddessa Goddess before .
I feel my mouth fall open and my saliva dry up.
"You are Anselm, are you not?"
"Uhhh"
The snowflake twinkles at my odd response. I blink rapidly and shake myself out of stupor.
There's a freaking Goddess right in front of you Anselm! Get it together!
"Yes!" I yell, or rather scream. "I am Anselm, Squire to the Knight of Riveden!" I fall to a knee and bow my head, "It is a great honour to be graced with the presence of a Goddess!"
The flake hums quizzically as it twirls, "Squire? To the Knight of Riveden. So you do not rember then."
At this I slightly raise my head to gaze upon the flake, "Wha-"
"Do you not rember either?"
The voicethe voice up until this mont wasn't a voice but just directive, like the will of the Goddess forcing to understand what she says.
Because of this, the 'voice' didn't have a voice, it had no emotion because it had no sound, because there isn't anything to make a sound.
And yet, as the Goddess asks this question, her inflection resonated a deep sadness that tears at my heart, why I feel this way for her sadness, I do not know. But it angers .
"Forgive !" I scream, falling flat on my stomach, "I do not an to forget!" Tears uncontrollably streak down my cheek, forming small teardrop shaped icicles no doubt.
The flake hums once more, this ti there isn't any trace of that sadness, simply my mind understanding the Goddess.
"It will be well in ti, my child, you will rember, they all will. But I have not co for that matter."
I stay flat on my stomach as I ponder my luck; there are several reasons a Goddess would co to ?
"Your saviour seems to be in a predicant, you wish to help him and smite the one who cripples his strength, do you not?"
Asher and Lotar? "Yes! Yes, I do my Goddess!"
"Unfortunately, the ti has passed for my authority to smote the child of Harlfary on a whim, but I can assist you in helping your saviourwill you do as I say?"
I don't need a split mont more to ready my answer, "Yes! Yes, I will!"
The flake begins to shine and twirl, brighter and fast. It grows enormous in size, far past the size of a building, and encroaching the size ofofof the moon itself.
I can only marvel, stricken with awe as the flake's light begins to envelope , pulling into a cold yet spurring embrace that fills with life like I've never felt before.
As I bask, I hear her words, the words of Frozia, Goddess of Winter and Ice, "Very well, co with , Anselmmy knight."
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