Chapter VI
Even
though I tried to fight the doppelganger of myself from beyond the
magic mirror, he had a grip like a crocodile. Effortlessly, he
brought me back to it.
Punches,
kicks and half-assed attempt at magic later, I reconsidered my plan.
I was on the other side, into what I presumed was the psychic world
or something.
The
clone version of myself wouldn't let me leave... What could I do.
I
reviewed and tossed around all the info I'd gotten from Cam. Trying
as best as I could to ignore the sensory overload my senses brought
me. So I sat down and tried to fix that problem first.
I
sat in lotus on the couch and remembered the zen meditation class I'd
once attended, courtesy of one of my ex's temper tantrum.
Control
the breathing. Slow it down. Don't try to think of nothing, just let
the thoughts flow. Let the feeling pass by without giving them
attention. Visualise a calm place. Visualise my sanctuary...
Visualise
of course! How did I forget about it. This wasn't real I thought to
myself. I am merely in a vision. I am the master of my own mind.
Slowly,
I stood up and faced my evil self. I moved toward him and in my
thoughts, I forged a blade, I made the authentic long sword my father
had always kept in his office. I remembered myself playing with it
when he wasn't home. Somehow, he always knew when I did.
I
opened my eyes and I now had the sword in hand, but so did he.
We
stared into each other's eyes for a long unending minute. And then we
charged. We both did a single forward dash and vertical slash and
nothing else.
We
stood back to back, as leaves fell upon us, courtesy of my mental
sanctum and fortress. Silence fell as split seconds turned into
hours.
Behind
me, the other me fell down and as I turned around, I saw it's broken
blade.
Now
I understood. He wasn't some kind of evil version of myself. He was
the part of me that wanted to stay. To further explore this new world
of experiences. It had always been a battle of will.
I
looked back to the mirror and saw the message waiting for me.
TO CONQUER THE WORLD
ONE MUST CONQUER
HIMSELF
And
so I walked back into the mirror, slipping through it... Back into
the real world. Away from this mindscape.
*****
My
eyes burned, my ears throbbed and my head hurt. It took me several
blinks and seconds to make up where I was. I hadn't moved an inch.
The
Women next to me let out a sigh of relief. "You're alright?"
they asked in unison.
"Yeah...
I think my head's going to explode..."
"It's
the stress from opening your astral senses. The human body can only
process so much information. Much less when every one of those
information is registered by all five senses." Claimed Nova.
"Take
this." Said Camilla, handing me a bottle of pills and a water
bottle.
"How
long was I out?"
"Thirty
to forty seconds." said blue-girl
"It
felt like much more." I told her, as I gulped down several
ibuprofen pills and the entire bottle.
"You've
experienced a vision quest you could say. You've been out for a long
time, your awakening isn't quite over. Expect more visions and
cryptic messages."
A
Minute later, sandwiches we passed around. I munched on mine
absently, I was hungry, but I didn't feel like I could stomach food
stuff at the moment.
A
snap from Nova's finger brought me back to reality. "Zeke? Are
you listening?"
"Sorry...I
drifted off"
She
rolled her eyes and repeated herself "We have to finish what Cam
and you started. In case you haven't noticed, Cammy's been burned
out."
"I
did... What happened?"
"Remember
the ghouls? I tracked it to the hospital you told me about. It was
the mortician. But what I didn't expect was that it wasn't a
ghoul..." Began Camilla.
"What
was it then?"
"Ghouls,
plural. Six of them total, plus the one you took down. I had to run
for it. I could have taken them down easily if it were not for the
fact we were in a hospital. I couldn't risk burning the place down
with eldritch fire.
The
ghouls ambushed me just as I confronted the mortician. One of them
got me in the back. Not serious injury, but the claws carry the venom
too.
So
I took a run for it. It took me a lot of energy and when I came to
safety, my batteries were dead. Nova picked me up and brought me back
here. That's why I couldn't see to you"
"Are
you gonna be alright?"
She
smiled weakly "No worries. Magic draws from an already existing
power source. Most often the user's life force. Luckily, it's a
replenish able source. You simply get tired and weak if you use it a
lot. Can sent you unconscious if you over do it. But it is
temporary."
"That
explains my black out at Will's place... Is there a way around it?"
"Yes
and no. You have to draw energy from somewhere or someone. Unless you
find a ley line, it's you or a being with whom you have a pact. The
good news is that as you grow in age and power, the pool of energy
you have grows with you."
"So
an old mage is more powerful?"
"Basically
yes. It's why Nova's the current arch mage."
"Her
age?" I asked mystified "She's 19 years old at best!"
In
front of me, Nova gave me a mysterious smile before declaring;
"I'll
take that as a compliment. But I can assure you, I'm much older than
you."
"How
could you be?"
"I
was born January 19th. 1991"
"WAIT...
WHAT?"
"As
you change the world, you change yourself. Ageing process is part of
it. As for why I look in my late teen compared to Cammy's late 20's
is the fact I awakened at age six. At six teen I was already stopping
ageing."
"So
I'm going to live long enough to become Gandalf?"
"Depends
on your progress. But you'll still be healthy in your late 60's that
for sure."
I
slouched back onto the back of the seat. That was quite a lot to take
in. Basically everything I'd learned was false. If I may state the
oblivious, That really puts your life in perspective.
"Oh,
Zeke? One last thing…" Cam whispered in my ears "If you
insult Nova again, I’ll wring your stupid neck."
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