the black magician teleport to the another word book 1

title 7: Whispers in the Woods

The fantastical world of the novel stretched before them, vibrant and alive, yet tinged with a newfound sense of danger. Joan and Elias, their grips tight on their

lightsabers, emerged from the clearing, the ethereal glow of the Nexus fading behind them. The cloaked figure's words hung heavy in the air: "The Weaver resides within the Whispering Woods, a place shrouded in

mist and guarded by nightmares."

A shiver ran down Joan's spine. Nightmares? What kind of nightmares awaited them in these twisted woods? Elias, ever the optimist, squeezed her hand reassuringly. "We've faced worse," he said, his voice firm despite the tremor in his hand. "Together, we can get through this."

Their journey led them through fields of

bioluminescent flowers that pulsed with an otherworldly light. Strange creatures, a mix of familiar and fantastical, watched them with curious eyes. Elias, his knowledge of the novel coming in handy, identified some as harmless herbivores, while others sported an unsettling predatory glint in their eyes. They skirted around the latter, their blades humming with a silent promise of defense.

As they ventured deeper, the air grew heavy with moisture, the sweet scent of flowers giving way to the damp, earthy smell of decaying leaves. The once vibrant landscape morphed into a dense forest, the sunlight struggling to penetrate the thick canopy of gnarled branches. An unnatural silence lay heavy in the air, broken only by the occasional rustle of unseen creatures and the unsettling creaking of ancient trees.

The mist, as prophesied, began to roll in, swirling around their ankles like a ghostly shroud. It carried with it an unsettling chill that seeped into their bones. Joan couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, unseen

eyes following their every move.

Suddenly, a chilling whisper sliced through the silence, slithering into Joan's mind. It spoke of her deepest fears, of her loved ones back home, of the life she might never see again. Images flickered in her mind – her family fading away, their faces dissolving into mist. Panic welled up within her, threatening to consume her.

Elias, sensing her distress, gripped her hand tighter. "Don't listen," he urged, his voice a lifeline in the swirling sea of her fear. "It's just a trick, an illusion." He focused his gaze ahead, his brow furrowed in concentration. "There! I see something through the mist."

Squinting through the swirling vapor, Joan made out a faint, flickering light in the distance. It seemed to beckon them forward, a fragile hope amidst the encroaching darkness. With renewed determination, they pushed on, the whispers growing louder, more insidious.

As they approached the light, the forest floor gave way to a clearing bathed in an eerie, blue glow. In the center stood a colossal, ancient tree – its bark etched with strange symbols that glowed faintly. The source of the light emanated from within its hollowed trunk.

"The Weaver's abode," Elias whispered, a hint of awe in his voice.

But before they could approach, monstrous figures materialized from the mist – grotesque parodies of their deepest fears. Joan saw a twisted reflection of her mother, her face contorted in a horrifying grimace. Elias faced a monstrous version of himself, radiating an aura of darkness and despair.

The creatures lunged, their chilling screams echoing through the clearing. Joan and Elias ignited their lightsabers, the emerald and multi-colored blades a beacon of defiance against the encroaching darkness. The battle was fierce, the creatures surprisingly strong and resilient. Joan fought with a desperate fury, fueled by a desire to protect not just herself but

also Elias from his own inner demons.

As they fought, they realized these creatures weren't simply physical manifestations. They fed on their fears, growing stronger with every flicker of doubt. Elias, remembering the cloaked figure's words, shouted, "We won't let you win! This isn't who we are!"

His words resonated with Joan. She channeled her fear into anger, her emerald

blade flashing with renewed vigor. With a final coordinated attack, they forced the creatures back into the mist, their shrieks fading into the distance.

Exhausted but victorious, they stood panting in the clearing. The clearing felt different now, the oppressive atmosphere lifted. The blue light emanating from the tree seemed brighter, beckoning them closer.

Taking a deep breath, they walked towards the hollowed trunk. As they approached, a voice, ancient and raspy, echoed from

within. "Welcome, seekers. What brings you to the domain of the Weaver of Worlds?"

Elias said How can we get out of here? Is there anything we need to do or a password to give you or a sacrifice? I'm impatient because I'm a servant and I can't drive my Lamborghini car.How do we get out of here?

Elias's question hung heavy in the air, the flippancy about his Lamborghini jarring in the face of the ancient tree and the otherworldly voice. Joan shot him a withering look, silently urging him to take this seriously.

The voice boomed again, but this time with a hint of amusement. "Patience, young ones. The way out is not a simple one. It

lies within."Elias furrowed his brow. "Within? Within what?"

"Within yourselves," the voice replied. "You have faced your fears and emerged stronger. But the true test lies in confronting your purpose. Why have you been brought together? What role do you each play in the grand tapestry of this world?"

Joan felt a flicker of understanding. This wasn't just about escaping. It was about their journey, about their reason for being in this fantastical land. She looked at Elias, his own eyes searching for answers.

"We don't know," Elias admitted, his voice humbled. "We were just following the path laid out for us. But maybe there's more..."

The voice chuckled, a sound like rustling leaves. "There is always more. Look within yourselves, young travelers. Find your purpose, and the path home will become clear."

Silence descended again, heavier this time with anticipation. Joan closed her eyes, focusing on the journey so far. The trials, the challenges, the moments of connection with Elias. A feeling bloomed within her, a

sense of responsibility, of protecting this world and the balance it held.

Elias gasped beside her. "I see it too," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. "We're not just here to escape. We're here to help."

The ancient tree pulsed with a warm light, bathing the clearing in an ethereal glow.

The voice spoke once more, its tone gentle. "The way forward is open to those who see. Go now, young weavers. Take what you have learned and use it to mend the broken threads of this world."

The world shimmered around them, the clearing dissolving into a swirling vortex of light. Joan and Elias held onto each other, their lightsabers deactivated, a newfound determination burning in their eyes. They weren't just servants caught in a fantastical

adventure anymore. They were weavers, destined to play a part in the fate of this world. As they were pulled through the vortex, they didn't know where they would land, but they knew they wouldn't be facing it alone.As they entered the portal, Elias thought first, I will use the magic like this first and I will take our weapons, the magic gun activates and the M16 gun comes out

and twomagnum 357 Pistol si Elias He used an M16 and 357 magnum and placed it where he kept his guns andl MKA 1919 shotgun 45 pistol Elias will give the shotguns and 45 pistol to Joan Before they entered

The world dissolved into a swirling vortex of light, pulling Joan and Elias through with an irresistible force. Their grip on each other tightened instinctively as familiar surroundings melted away. Gone were the

otherworldly trees and the eerie blue glow.

When their vision cleared, they found themselves sprawled on a grassy knoll overlooking a breathtaking vista. Lush green meadows stretched out before them, dotted with vibrant wildflowers and crisscrossed by sparkling streams.

Majestic mountains scraped the clouds in the distance, their snow-capped peaks glistening under the warm sun.

Disoriented but unharmed, Joan pushed herself up, taking in their surroundings. Elias was beside her, his expression a mix of awe and confusion.

"Where are we?" he asked, his voice echoing in the vast stillness.

Joan shook her head, her own thoughts muddled. The idyllic scene before them seemed a world away from the dark, foreboding forest they'd just escaped. Had the Weaver sent them somewhere safe? Was this a new test, a new challenge?

Suddenly, a high-pitched trill pierced the air.

A small, brightly colored bird with iridescent feathers landed on a nearby rock, its head c****d inquisitively. It chirped again, its song carrying a melody both strange and oddly familiar.

As Joan listened, a memory flickered in her mind. It was faint, fragmented, yet undeniable. An image of this same bird perched on a windowsill, bathed in the golden light of dawn. A voice, soft and melodic, speaking words she couldn't quite grasp.

The feeling intensified, a sense of recognition blossoming within her. This place, this bird, they triggered something deep within her, a connection she couldn't explain.

Elias, too, seemed to be experiencing a similar sensation. He frowned, his hand pressed to his temple as if trying to grasp a fleeting memory.

"Joan," he said finally, his voice low, "I think... I think I've been here before."

The revelation hung heavy in the air, a new twist in their already bizarre predicament. The Weaver's words echoed in their minds: "The way out lies within." Perhaps the answer to their escape, their purpose in this world, wasn't just about grand destinies but about unlocking the secrets buried within themselves.

With a newfound sense of purpose, Joan turned to Elias, a determined glint in her eye. "We need to figure out what these memories mean," she said. "This place, this bird... they're trying to tell us something."

Elias nodded, a flicker of hope rekindled in

his gaze. Together, they rose from the grassy knoll, the idyllic landscape stretching out before them like an open book waiting to be read. Their journey for home had taken an unexpected turn, but they were no longer simply lost travelers. They were weavers, armed not just with lightsabers but with the dawning knowledge of their own connection to this

fantastical world.

As Joan and Elias ventured deeper into the meadows, the strange familiarity of the place intensified. The scent of wildflowers, the babbling of the streams – it all triggered hazy memories, like whispers on the wind. The brightly colored bird flitted ahead of them, occasionally pausing on a branch, its iridescent feathers shimmering like a beacon.

They followed the bird, a silent pact forming between them. This seemingly ordinary creature held the key to unlocking their past, their purpose in this fantastical world. As they walked, Elias stumbled upon a weathered signpost, half-buried in the ground. The inscription was faded and moss-covered, but with some effort, they could decipher the words: "Welcome to

Aviary Valley."

A jolt of recognition shot through Joan. Aviary Valley! The name sparked a vivid image – a sprawling aviary filled with exotic birds, sunlight streaming through the glass panes. A young girl, no older than ten, with fiery red hair and curious green eyes, knelt on the floor, feeding a brightly colored bird that looked remarkably similar to their feathered guide. The girl in the memory

was her, younger, a lifetime ago.

Suddenly, the bird trilled a complex melody, and a wave of dizziness washed over Joan. Memories flooded her mind – not just of the aviary but of a life lived in this valley. She remembered learning about the delicate balance of nature, the interconnectedness of all living things. The aviary wasn't just a sanctuary for birds; it was a place of study, a way to understand the language of the natural world.

Elias, too, seemed to be experiencing a memory download. He clutched his head, wincing as visions flickered behind his eyes. He saw himself as a young boy, apprenticed to a wizened old blacksmith who taught him the art of crafting weapons and armor, not for destruction, but for protection – for the very creatures they were meant to subdue.

The memories coalesced, painting a clearer picture of their past lives in Aviary Valley. They weren't just visitors; they were guardians, protectors entrusted with maintaining the delicate balance of this fantastical world. But how did they end up here, stripped of their memories, lost in a

world they once knew intimately?

As if sensing their growing unease, the bird landed on Elias' outstretched finger. It chirped again, this time a more urgent melody. It then took flight, soaring towards a cluster of towering trees in the distance. A silent understanding passed between them. The bird was leading them

somewhere, perhaps to answers, perhaps to a way to restore their lost memories.

With newfound purpose, Joan and Elias quickened their pace, following the bird's lead. The idyllic meadows gave way to a denser forest, the air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. The path narrowed,

sunlight filtering through the dense canopy in dappled patches. The bird flitted ahead, a beacon in the deepening shadows.

They emerged into a clearing dominated by a colossal oak tree, its ancient branches reaching towards the sky like gnarled fingers. Beneath the tree stood a weathered stone cottage, its windows

glowing with a warm, inviting light. Smoke curled from a chimney, promising warmth and comfort.

The bird landed on a branch above the doorway, its iridescent feathers catching the last rays of the setting sun. It trilled one final time, a melody that seemed to say, "This is where your journey begins anew." Joan and Elias exchanged a glance, a silent question hanging in the air. Was this the

answer they were searching for? The key to unlocking their past and fulfilling their destiny as weavers of this fantastical world?

With a deep breath, they walked towards the cottage, the promise of answers and perhaps even a warm meal drawing them forward. As they reached the weathered door, Joan raised her hand, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Knocking on the rough-hewn wood, they waited, their future hanging in the balance. Elias I'm getting bored here

how can we get out we still need to do something to remember the memories that he took Joan's shotgun and shot

at the birds and died Let us out of here, fairy, you're sweating I will burn the whole forest to kill the fairy birds Get us out of here question question your ass Let's do more. I don't care about my old memories

now. What's important is Now you don't want it goodbye bird and he shot

every bird and only one bird was left the king of the birds you really don't want it And suddenly the fairy came, is that what you want to leave or is this you already left and threw them out to go back to the real world where they came from

Elias said It's just a gun opposite you, make us do the back old memories, I don't need my food memorized, they're ugly, I just sit

all the time, it's a waste of time, let's go back to the guil Magic

guns activate and suddenly the Lamborghini comes out, come on, Joana, let's go back to the kingdom of the novel 5 day later They have arrived in the kingdom of Novy. Finally, we are back home. The fairy is tired now and they just walked into the bridge and immediately went to the

guide and told everything. I told them it's okay, I killed all of his pets or make us do what the fairy says is of no use to me, that's okay too or I wish we were there suffering Our memories are like the memories that we don't want to remember because something bad happened to us, right? Joan, you're right, the past is the past, we should move on, let's move on to the future, it's a shame I didn't use the shotgun

Elias said Don't worry we will get a mission and then you will use the shotgun and kill the monster Let's eat first, I'm hungry

The fairy, drained from their journey, slumped onto a plush chair in the guide's office. Elias, ever the pragmatist, declared, "We need food. I'm famished."

The guide, a kindly dwarf with a neatly trimmed beard, bustled about, readying a feast. As they ate, Elias reassured Joan, "Don't fret about the past, Joan. We'll get a new mission soon, one worthy of your skills with that shotgun."

A flicker of hope ignited in Joan's eyes. Maybe Elias was right. Maybe they could forge a new path, one free from the clutches of those unwanted memories.

Suddenly, the door of the office burst open.

A young gnome, his face etched with worry, rushed in. "There's been a terrible attack! A monstrous gryphon has descended upon the northern wheat fields, destroying everything in its path!"

Joan's hand instinctively tightened around the handle of her shotgun. A wry smile played on her lips. "Looks like we have our mission, Elias."

Elias grinned back, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Let's go take down that overgrown pigeon."

The guide, ever cautious, interjected, "But you two are weary from your travels. Are

you sure you're up for such a task?"

Joan hefted the shotgun onto her shoulder, a newfound determination in her voice. "We've faced worse. Besides, it's high time I put this beauty to good use."

The guide, seeing the resolve in their eyes, simply nodded. "Very well. Take the west gate. It will lead you closest to the wheat fields."

With a newfound purpose coursing through their veins, Joan and Elias exchanged a confident look. The past was behind them. The future, filled with the thrill of the hunt, awaited.Joan and Elias went out of the gate Elias said are you excited about our mission before I'm sure it's a lot of money and we'll finish this issue Can you marry

me

Joan said It's too bad to get married right away, can't you wait? I haven't even met you as a boyfriend and you haven't flirted with me yet

Elias said That's not trendy anymore, I'm your boyfriend now, it's supposed to be, because you're using my gun, it's hard because someone else might get ahead of me

Joan said Go ahead, I'm your girlfriend, I'm going to annoy you

Elias said I will use my gunmad so we can go there quickly gun magic activate there is a motor big bike come out here my motor is fast like my heart runs to you And Joan got on the They did motorcycle They arrived at the website at the gate and they

saw the group being attacked by other adventurers and they told Get out of there you weak adventurers low rank and they looked at Elias and Joan an adventurer said let's go I know them an adventurer said let's go I know them They are the best adventurers he is a black magician an rank

X and with him is a RANK A let's go

Joan said Can you not name me first I want to try the shotgun I want to knock out that phoenix by myself

Elias said Go ahead and enjoy it, but before I give it to you, use the magic gun to activate it and it will suddenly appear in a fire every time you use it when it breathes fire. Just point at him and press the red button to extinguish his fire, you'll definitely win

Joan said Thank you

And Joan did fight back, she shot the grapen with a shotgun but it seemed impenetrable and even blew out fire, right, she used the one that was given to her, the file stainless wisher, and the grandson was killed

Elias said Wow, you're so good, you can easily defeat that too, and we're going back to the guild. I used my teleportation magic So we can quickly get back to guild They have come back and they brought the creepy Rose. We killed this gripen Someone made a request because the website gate that we went to was attacked,

how much is that?

Rose said 23000 Silver coins Because that's not a very legendary monster, that's why 10 adventure kills it, but you killed it just the two of you, I'll just add a little more and it will be30.000 silver This i