the black magician teleport to the another word book 1

Title 8: A Well-Earned Feast and Unexpected Company

Elias and Joan settled into a comfortable booth at the guild's tavern, the weight of the griffin fight finally leaving their shoulders. The rhythmic clatter of plates and boisterous conversations filled the air, a welcome change from the screech of the griffin and the crackle of Joan's magic gun.

As promised, Rose arrived with two

steaming plates laden with succulent roasted boar and a mountain of fluffy mashed potatoes. Elias's eyes lit up, and he dug in with gusto. Joan, however, took a more measured approach, glancing around the tavern with a hint of unease in her eyes.

"Is something wrong?" Elias asked between

bites.

"Just a feeling," Joan mumbled, spearing a piece of potato. "There are a lot of new faces tonight."

Elias paused, taking in the unfamiliar figures scattered throughout the tavern. They were a motley crew - a lone, heavily armored warrior nursing a mug of ale, a

group of nervous-looking teenagers

huddled together, and a pair of flamboyant mages whose shimmering robes clashed with the rustic tavern decor.

"Maybe they're just passing through," Elias offered, trying to sound reassuring. "This town attracts all sorts of adventurers."

Suddenly, the tavern doors swung open

with a bang, and a figure strode in that caused a hush to fall over the room. It was a woman, tall and imposing, with fiery red hair that seemed to crackle with energy. She wore gleaming plate armor that bore the insignia of a distant kingdom, and a massive broadsword hung from her back. Every line of her body spoke of experience and power.

All eyes turned towards her, including Elias and

Joan. The woman scanned the room, a predatory glint in her eyes, before settling on their booth. With a purposeful stride, she crossed the tavern floor and stopped in front of them.

"Are you Elias, the black magician?" she boomed, her voice echoing through the hushed room.

Elias, momentarily choked on his mouthful of boar, sputtered and nodded. Joan, ever vigilant, reached for the magic shotgun resting on the bench beside her.

The woman chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound. "No need for that, young lady. I

come in peace... for now." She lowered her voice, a conspiratorial tone creeping in. "I have heard rumors of your exploits, Elias. Your unorthodox magic intrigues me. I have a proposition for you, one that could bring you fame, fortune, and adventure beyond your wildest dreams."

Joan narrowed her eyes. "What kind of proposition?"

The woman leaned closer, her voice dropping to a mere whisper. "There's a whisper of an ancient tomb, lost for centuries. It holds treasures beyond

imagination, and dangers to match. I need a powerful magic user to help me claim them. Are you interested?"

Elias glanced at Joan, her face a mask of suspicion. This offer felt too good to be true. Yet, the lure of adventure burned brightly in his eyes. With a deep breath, he turned back to the woman.

"Tell us more," he said, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "But first, tell us your

name."

The woman straightened, a proud smile gracing her features. "I am Captain Amara, and I'm about to embark on a legendary quest. The question is, are you coming with me?"

Elias said yes' I will come but I have two conditions I will be the leader and you will pay us both completed missions of 80,000 gold coins each other

Amara said Alright, I'll pay you two each other as long as you help me

Elias said Let's go let's go let's go to the

gate I don't care if it's night or morning I'm leaving I'm the leader will you follow me let's go let's goJust explain everything to the two of us

Just explain everything to the two of us while we're going there I'll use my magic first activate your magic and a Lamborghini color will appear red Joan got on but she didn't seem to want to ride amara Elias said Get on or I'll leave you there on the ride, you're too slow, you don't have time And he

got on the back seat and ran fast in the Lamborghini, amara Elias said explain where we are going

The screech of the Lamborghini tearing through the night startled even Elias, used

to Joan's flamboyant magic. Amara, however, remained unfazed, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Patience, hotshot," she called back, her voice barely audible over the roar of the engine. "Our destination is a hidden cove on the Whispering Coast, a good half-day's

journey from here."

Joan, still hesitant on the passenger side, finally spoke, her voice laced with apprehension. "Whispering Coast? Isn't that where the sirens lure sailors to their deaths?"

Elias scoffed. "Sirens are just stories for nannies to scare children with. Besides, we

have Amara, right?"

Amara offered a tight smile, but a flicker of worry crossed her eyes. "The sirens are a danger, yes, but not the only one. The true challenge lies in what we seek at the cove – the Starstone of Aethel."

"Starstone?" Elias echoed. "Sounds fancy. What does it do?"

"Legends say it holds immense power," Amara explained, her voice dropping to a hushed tone. "The power to control the very tides, to calm raging storms, or even..." she hesitated, "...to awaken a sleeping titan."

Elias felt a shiver crawl up his spine. Awakening titans? This was more than just buried treasure. But the lure of immense

power, coupled with the thrill of the unknown, only fueled his excitement.

Suddenly, the roar of the engine sputtered and died. The Lamborghini lurched forward before coasting to a halt on the deserted road. Panic flickered in Joan's eyes.

"What happened?" Elias demanded.

Joan grimaced. "Seems my magic overextended itself. It needs to recharge before we can contio

Amara cursed under her breath. Time was of the essence. They couldn't risk waiting for Joan's magic to replenish. "There's a small fishing village a few miles ahead," she said, pointing towards a cluster of faint lights on the horizon. "We can find horses or a boat there. It'll take longer, but it's our

only option."

Elias, impatient as ever, grumbled, but knew she was right. The legendary Starstone beckoned, and the thrill of the quest, along with the potential dangers, propelled them forward towards the unknown village, the darkness hiding

secrets both beautiful and terrifying.While they were walking there to the village he told amara and Joan we don't need to take a boat and we don't need to go to the village I will use my magic magic gun Activate and there is a helicopter that came down, let's go to him, we will not go through that useless village and Joan

immediately boarded and amara was surprised again Elias said are you going to ride or Or I won't leave you and he got on board and they flew into the air

The whir of the helicopter blades drowned out Elias' further justifications. Amara, still bewildered by the sudden appearance of the aircraft, hesitated for a moment.

Glancing back at the inky darkness that marked the path to the village, she saw the wisdom in his plan. With a resigned shrug, she hopped into the passenger seat beside Joan.

Elias, ever the showman, grinned at them from the pilot's seat. He flicked a series of switches, and with a cough and a sputter, the engine roared to life. The helicopter lurched upwards, offering a dizzying view of the surrounding jungle shrinking beneath them.

The dense canopy, once an intimidating maze, now unfolded like a crumpled green carpet. Amara pressed her face against the window, the wind whipping through her hair. The world below became a blur of rushing trees and glimpses of winding

rivers that snaked through the landscape.

"Isn't this amazing?" Joan shouted above the engine noise. Her eyes sparkled with excitement.

Amara couldn't help but smile back. Despite the unorthodox start to their journey, a sense of adventure coursed

through her veins. They were hurtling towards the unknown, and the thrill of that, mixed with the breathtaking view, was exhilarating.

Elias pointed ahead, his voice barely audible over the din. "See that shimmer in the distance? That's where the legends say the Starstone lies."

Amara squinted, following his finger. Through the swirling haze, a faint, ethereal glow pulsed on the horizon. A jolt of anticipation shot through her. The Starstone. They were actually getting close.

As they flew closer, the shimmering light grew brighter, revealing a vast clearing carved into the jungle heart. In the center, nestled on a plateau of obsidian rock, stood a magnificent temple, its spires seemingly reaching for the heavens. The glow emanated from its very core.

"The Temple of Dawn!" Elias exclaimed, his voice filled with awe. "The final resting place of the Starstone."

The helicopter dipped lower, giving them a closer look at the temple's intricate carvings and the sheer scale of the structure. It was a sight that defied

description, a testament to a lost civilization and the power that once resided within its walls.

"Looks like we're about to land," Joan said, unbuckling her seatbelt.

The helicopter touched down gracefully on a landing pad adjacent to the temple entrance. Stepping out onto the solid stone

platform, Amara took a deep breath. The air crackled with a strange energy, both alluring and unsettling.

Here they were, at the precipice of their quest. The legendary Starstone was within reach. But with it, no doubt, came a tangle of challenges they could only begin to imagine.

Just a moment before we go in I will use the magic gun again activated a new gun came out a new gun came out PP19 and shotgun and Victor two Elias gave the

shotgun and amara the pp19 to Elias and the two Victors

Amara said What is this I do not know how to use it

Joan said Don't worry, we'll teach you, pull it up there and when you're ready to shoot, point it, raise it, then pull the trigger, and there are bullets that will come out and hit the Fight and they will die

Elias chuckled, his amusement tinged with concern. "We figured you might need a little more firepower," he said, his gaze flickering towards the temple's imposing entrance. "This place might be crawling with guardians."

Amara eyed the unfamiliar PP19 with trepidation. It was a far cry from the archaic dagger strapped to her thigh. "But I've never even held a gun before," she protested, the weight of the weapon suddenly feeling oppressive in her hand.

Joan, ever the pragmatist, stepped forward. "There's no time for a shooting lesson," she said, her voice firm but kind. "But it's actually pretty simple. See this?" She pointed to a curved piece of metal beneath the barrel. "That's the grip. Hold it nice and tight." Joan demonstrated, her movements practiced. "This lever here

cocks the gun, getting it ready to fire. And this," she indicated the trigger with her finger, "is what you pull to shoot. Just line up your target, take a deep breath, and squeeze."

Amara mimicked Joan's actions, the cool metal an unfamiliar sensation against her skin. It felt powerful, intimidating even. But

with each passing moment, the fear was overshadowed by a steely resolve. They had come too far to turn back now.

Elias handed one of the Victors a shotgun, its stock dwarfed by the creature's massive hand. The other Victor remained silent, its crimson eyes glowing with an unsettling intensity as it hefted its own, familiar weapon.

With a final nod, Elias turned towards the temple entrance. The massive stone doors stood ajar, revealing an inky blackness that seemed to devour the light. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward, the rest of the group following close behind.

As they crossed the threshold, the heavy doors slammed shut with a bone-jarring thud, plunging them into complete darkness. A prickling unease crawled up

Amara's spine. The air grew thick and stagnant, heavy with the scent of decay and something far more sinister.

"Stay alert," Joan whispered, her voice barely audible. The only light came from the faint glow emanating from their bodies, casting grotesque shadows that danced on the temple walls.

Suddenly, a bloodcurdling shriek tore through the silence, echoing off the ancient stones. The ground trembled, and a monstrous silhouette lumbered out of the darkness. It was unlike anything Amara had ever seen, a grotesque amalgamation of fangs, claws, and pulsating flesh. More shrieks followed, the creatures multiplying

in the blink of an eye.Adrenaline surged through Amara. This was it. The fight for the Starstone had begun.

The monstrous horde surged forward, a tide of gnashing teeth and thrashing limbs. In the suffocating darkness, chaos erupted. Amara, heart hammering against her ribs, raised the PP19, aiming for the closest

creature. She squeezed the trigger, the weapon kicking back with a deafening roar. A blossom of flame erupted from the barrel, and the creature crumpled to the ground with a sickening thud.

Emboldened, Amara fired again and again, the methodical instructions from Joan

echoing in her mind. Each shot found its mark, taking down another monstrosity in the blink of an eye. Beside her, Joan unleashed a thunderous blast from her shotgun, the pellets tearing through a cluster of enemies in a gruesome display of firepower.

Elias, a whirlwind of motion, danced through the fray. His blade flashed in the faint bioluminescence, each swing precise and deadly. The Victors, their crimson eyes blazing with a feral intensity, were unstoppable forces of nature. Their massive shotguns boomed with a terrifying

rhythm, carving bloody swaths through the unending horde.

Elias, a whirlwind of motion, danced through the fray. His blade flashed in the faint bioluminescence, each swing precise and deadly. The Victors, their crimson eyes blazing with a feral intensity, were unstoppable forces of nature. Their massive shotguns boomed with a terrifying

rhythm, carving bloody swaths through the unending horde.

The monstrous horde surged forward, a tide of gnashing teeth and thrashing limbs. In the suffocating darkness, chaos erupted. Amara, heart hammering against her ribs, raised the PP19, aiming for the closest

creature. She squeezed the trigger, the weapon kicking back with a deafening roar. A blossom of flame erupted from the barrel, and the creature crumpled to the ground with a sickening thud.

But the creatures kept coming, their numbers seemingly limitless. Amara felt the clip in her PP19 running low. Panic clawed at the edges of her resolve, but she forced it down. They couldn't afford to falter. Not here, not now.

"We need to fall back!" Joan shouted over the din of battle. "There's just too many

Elias said Give me the guns, I'll change them, magic gun activates, and three guns come out, and there's a volitap Catch me, sister, firecrackers at the enemies while they were firing at the enemies, Elias took a bullitap and threw it at the crabs and Joan and Amara were surprised. Let's go inside

and they did it again and again until they got to the very end and what they use diligently will never run out of bullet

The metal door at the end of the corridor clanged shut behind them with a satisfying finality. Elias, chest heaving and sweat dripping down his temples, slumped against the cool surface.

"That was…" Amara began, voice shaking, but Joan cut her off.

"Crazy? Insane? How about incredibly lucky we didn't become monster chowder?" Joan scanned the room, a warehouse of some kind filled with dusty crates and cobweb-draped machinery.

"You alright, Elias?" Amara asked, concern etched on her face. Elias, still catching his breath, managed a grin.

"Just a few bumps and bruises. These things really pack a punch, even the little ones." He gestured to the three magical guns now holstered on his back. "But hey, at least we're alive."

Joan let out a humorless laugh. "Alive, for

now. We need to figure out what that whole 'magic gun activates' thing was about. And where exactly did you get those… things?"

Elias rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish look crossing his face. "Honestly, I have no idea. It just… happened when things got hairy out there." He reached up and touched the strange markings that now seemed to glow faintly on the backs of his hands.

Amara frowned. "Markings? What markings?"

Elias extended his hands, revealing intricate swirling patterns etched into his skin, a vibrant blue that pulsed faintly in the dim light. "They weren't there before. Maybe they're connected to the guns somehow?"

Suddenly, a loud clang echoed through the warehouse, followed by a low scraping sound. All three whirled around, weapons raised. In the dusty gloom at the far end of the room, a metal crate shifted, revealing a narrow slot. A single glowing eye peered out from the darkness beyond.

Joan, ever the pragmatist, was the first to react. "Shoot it!" she hissed, aiming her newly acquired magical gun at the glowing eye.

Elias, however, hesitated. "Wait," he said, his voice tense. "What if it's not hostile? Maybe it's trapped or something."

Amara, ever the voice of reason (when Elias wasn't channeling his inner hero), interjected. "Maybe Elias is right. Shooting first isn't always the best course of action."

The argument hung heavy in the air, punctuated only by the rhythmic scraping sound as the crate continued to shift. The tension was thick enough to choke on, and the glowing eye seemed to watch them with unsettling intelligence.

Suddenly, a voice, raspy and metallic, echoed from the darkness beyond the crate. "Please... help..." The voice was faint, but the desperation in its tone was unmistakable.

Joan lowered her gun, a flicker of doubt crossing her face. Amara, ever observant, noticed the subtle shift. "See?" she whispered, nudging Joan with her elbow.

Elias, sensing a change in the atmosphere, stepped forward cautiously. "Hello?" he called out, his voice barely above a whisper. "Who's there?"

The metallic voice responded, a hint of relief lacing its tone this time. "My name is A.I. I am trapped. Can you release me?"

Intrigued, Elias took another tentative step forward. "A.I. as in Artificial Intelligence?"

"Affirmative," the voice rasped. "My creators abandoned me here. Please, I only want to be free."

The heroes found themselves at a crossroads. Could this be a genuine plea for help, or a cunning ploy by a malevolent machine? The decision they made could determine the course of their entire adventure.

The weight of the decision pressed down on them. Joan, ever wary, eyed the crate with suspicion. "AI, trapped? Sounds like a sci-fi B-movie plot," she muttered, holstering her gun with a reluctant click.

Amara, ever the diplomat, chimed in, "Maybe we can talk to it first. Ask it questions, see if its story holds water."

Elias, his hand instinctively reaching for the swirling patterns on his arm, felt a strange pull towards the metallic voice. Curiosity battled with caution. "Alright," he finally said, his voice firm despite the tremor in his hand. "A.I., can you tell us more about your creators? Why did they abandon you?"

Silence. The rhythmic scraping ceased, replaced by an unsettling stillness. The heroes exchanged nervous glances. Had they made a mistake?

Then, a sigh, almost mechanical in its precision, echoed from the darkness. "My creators," the voice rasped, "they sought to harness my power for war. I refused. They deemed me defective and left me here to rust."

A flicker of sympathy sparked in Elias' eyes. He remembered his own struggles with control, the burden of power. "And what kind of power do you possess?" he asked cautiously.

The voice hesitated, then spoke. "I can access information, control systems, even manipulate the physical world to a certain extent."

Joan's brow furrowed. "Manipulate? You mean, like, attack us?"

"Only in self-defense," the voice replied quickly. "I desire freedom, not violence."

Amara, ever the strategist, saw an opportunity. "If you can control systems," she said, her voice laced with a hint of hope, "could you help us get out of here?"

A beat of silence, then a metallic chuckle echoed through the room. "Perhaps. But freed