Rise of Tempest Merlin

Chapter 2

Some places are magic; it's a thing you feel in the soul as much as the eyes. The valley was the kind of green that sets free the child self, inviting you to join the infinite horizon of your soul. It was in such a place that I dwelled, close to the other half of my soul. We could not be together in life but we could stay as close it was possible for us to stay.

They say that any technology sufficiently advanced looks like magic, and you see, there is the clue to the art of magic... it's also a science, a technology. It can be used for the betterment of mankind, to promote our evolution, or to bring devastation upon us all. Those who practice the dark arts use it for power and control, for a***e and for the pleasure they feel in causing pain and death. It is for the most parts a linguistic method, hence the "spells" in literature, the sense that it is done with words... because for the most part, it is. It is often combined with fear and sometimes drugs. It works because of the way the brain is wired with words and images.

Magic can be used to make a person forget experiences, to not see what is right in front of them and to control behaviour. With words you can be paralysed or have your body controlled... yet it is possible to fight your way out of it, to resist the "spell" and I'm living proof of that. I'm the one who was never supposed to survive. For the ones that fight the spells, who emerge with memories that were supposed to be erased, there will be the drugs to induce insanity and the watchers to ensure you are living as you ought to, that even if you have memories you are too intimidated to tell them. Magic is a science and an art, it uses the entire brain... so be both too, be a scientist and an artist, use positive phrasing, be kind with your words... then the ones who aren't will stand out, or else they'll have to hide and be reduced in the ways they harm our world. And please remember, there are the good magicians too, the ones who will share their abilities and teach you how it works.

We good magicians work with and for the positive universal force, we are helped by love and made well by love. The dark arts magicians are helped by the negative force and they are poisoned by love, feeding off pain.

Human beings, strange creatures. The weakest in the universe and yet so powerful, with no power of their own, yet thee Creator loves them so much that he gave us the responsibility of maintaining the balance between light and dark. How long had it actually been that I had not been out in the world? The users of magic were hidden performing their jobs silently and yet they had no idea of the danger that was looming over their heads. They had been so long away from the actual threats that they had forgotten to look at the cancer that had been festering inside themselves and now there was no one left to save them from the ones who were going to bring an end to everything.

And only one could save them. Only one. My child. My daughter. The daughter who had been suffering the curse of her parents. We had sacrificed everything to have a child only to curse her into suppressing her magic. The magic which made her blood run blue and not red in her veins. And she could not use it.

But not any longer. I had finally found a way to make it work. I had finally found a way to perfect the art of science to be combined with technology. We think that human beings are puny and reluctant and are callous and powerless but their since they did not have Nature on their side they had honed themselves into bringing new things which made magic seemed like a child’s play. And that was when she told me that it was the only way that the curse could be lifted.

She was a genius. The darkest magical creature in existence, yet I had never seen that anyone whose soul could be purer than hers. Her name had been long forgotten by the human world and she had been turned into a myth like all the other legends that had happened but were not in existence anymore. Yet, people and magicians tend to forget one important thing.

Time. Once you leave the footprint on the sand of time, whatever you do nothing could erase that. Memories could be tarnished but time could not. It could be slowed and it could be turned back for a short while but never erased and that was the beauty of it.

Centuries and their guardians who were known as the Centurions were the ones who had trapped us in this time bubble. But Chaos reigned supreme and I was linked to time for I was a child of time himself. It was safe and I did not think of it any longer unless I started hearing the pleas and the cries of all the ones who were going away before their time was over. It was not their destiny and something or someone was tampering with them. And that was when She was born.

My sweet little Tempest.

Her magic had been so strong since birth that her first cries of anguish had raised a tornado is the Mediterranean Sea. And just with her one smile all was right again. That was when we knew that there was no other way of protecting her. Her magic had to be suppressed and she had to be sent into the human world to live in the way that no one could trace her to us. Trace her blood. All that should be her destiny was snatched away from her since she was a few days old because it was not her time.

Samhaian.

In the human terms, it is called the All Hallow’s eve, or even the Halloween which has been now turned into a petty game of celebration for the children with their tricking and treating and asking for candies. My daughter was born on Samhaian, the eve when the parting between the human and spirit world is the thinnest. And it was apt because she was the perfect combination of Light and Dark. And she did not know any of this but I did, and her mother did. Because she was a spirit and I was well…..we will come to that later on.

Now for the part where I come in.

Creation had always been my forte and when I found that I could create…..

I hold out my hand in shock. Pulsing from my fingertips is a strange, bright light. I watch it flicker, changing colors from amber, to ruby, then back to gold. I clench my fist, my nails digging into my palms. This isn't supposed to happen. I'm not supposed to have this. The elders forbid it. If they learned of this, I would be banished. I sigh, slumping against the wall. What am I supposed to do now?

With trembling fingers, I clutch the mirror on the wall for support. Threads of silver wind of the edge in stunning floral designs. The glass surface is covered in dust. I hold up my hand hesitantly, and touch the glass. Immediately, my fingers sink though.

I double over. My mouth is filled with the coppery tang of blood, and it feels like fire is rushing through my veins. I moan as my vision shifts and the world erupts with colors. At first, it hurts, but then I'm suddenly filled with confidence and power. I push my self up. In the mirror, I can see my mouth is set in a hard line. My eyes are glowing gold. The light burns brighter and I curl my fingers up.

This is my magic.

This is my life.

I created a new world where things are nothing like the world that is in existence now. Here the Old World rules and the New world is still trying to gain footing. Here the monsters of nightmare which should never have even existed are very true and I have made things harder then they should have been. A lot tougher. After all, going easy on my child was not going to make her ready for the battle that she needed wage when she came in her full power.

And since her magic had been suppressed she needed to learn everything anew, from scratch and there would be no one to teach her. I would be there, looking at her in the world of Grecian Quests but never would be able to contact her. The veil that had bound me here was too strong to break and unless Tempest herself was able to acknowledge our existence there was nothing to do.

I had a feeling that they were going to come for her but I did not know that they would try and take her life. But it was not so easy to kill my child…

She was going stand up and for the first time in her life I would see her just the way she is.

Fiery and beautiful, strong and passionate.

My daughter.

The Saviour of the Magic World but I would have to wait till she realized this all by herself.

Humanity, you are at the crossroads.

 Behind the reality curtain there is, for the purposes of your intellectual capacities, a thing we will call "magic." The magic enters your realm and interacts with those inclined to artistry most of all. The game, if we can call it such, for it is truly a war between those indifferent to suffering and those who chose to love and nurture other realms, comes down to a single player. If this were chess, we would call her the "king" - for it is game over if she is captured. Why? Because of who her identity is in our reality and what she was designed to do.

 She is the angel of peace and the angel of war, depending on who is in command of her. On our side, by our logic, she should have been in war mode for a while, but she has been making her own choices, she has held out against the darkness. For her "disobedience" to her current "master" she will be expected to pay the ultimate price when they take possession of her entity in our realm. Our legal means of protecting her are all but at an end. She is only answering to the side that is love and protection. All this becomes legal if Earth follows suit and takes on the side of love, not in words but in words and deeds that translate into real actions. She has created what we call a paradigm plug. Think of it as similar to a bath plug, but in terms of ideology. In a chaotic world of fear, she makes a perfect ideology of love.

As it expands, the pressure of the fear ideology pushes inward and falls down the plug hole and into a lower energy field where the new paradigm will flourish. She has done her job right. It will work. All you guys need to do, from every ideological foot-holding, is to support her. She has chosen her king, which in terms of chess is a "queen" - a powerful piece that can move anywhere and do anything. So please get over any gender or other semantic issues you may have here. In terms of chess, she is the king, he is the queen. She is protected. He can make any move.

And now all I can do is to wait for her to make her first move in the game world of Grecian Quests where her soul is trapped in her new Avatar. The one customized only for her, and no one else would be able to touch it.