AquamorphTheGreat
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I, am thinking... My magic... is eternal, powerful. I, am ominscient, an ascendant. But no... I was not meant to be a prisoner. I remember the times, how I have arisen. Why then? Why do I regret? I still feel the pain, the agony. I thought it would stop when I ascend. It must have been stopped. What did I do wrong? I still do not know, even though I have a whole infinity of wisdom about the balance, and the magic. I feel like I am an abomination of a soul, I... am not an abomination. But far-transcended from other people. Yes, but you know? The difference hurts. It hurts so much, it hurt me before. But it it stronger now... I want to be undone, not what was I, now what am I... I would want to be undone to a nothing... But I would still feel that sort of agony... I, who am I lying, have no escape. If I could be a little... normal... Checking the old pages still hurt, but it fills something, that what I can no longer name. I feel the withering pages of my book. My spellbook changes the history of my mind, returning back old memories, as I command... but not as I please...
Mages, I feel their power... I feel their magic, their potency... I am using magic, and am potent... But, it feels that it is not right. I am not that potent. Some mages have born with the magical power itself. They can use magic. Why my power is not like one of them? When I cast a blizzard, I only send an ice shard, for example... my spells have very diminished effects. My mana capacity... is useless. I wonder I have a magical potential as much as a squirrel. I hate this... I am now in my school, listening the professor. He, is teaching. The subject of the class is Pyromancy. He is telling us how to heal people with the warmth of fire, showing us the little, yet magnificent fire that heals when you feel it. I, was happy to see it. I somehow feel the fire in myself, in my heart. I, love that fire. But I knew my happiness wont last forever. When he finishes, he asks us to cast the spell, or at least try it. I know how it happens... Everyone will be better than me, able to cast a spark of flame. But as for myself, I can only light a candle. It happened so many times... Even the proffessors does not know my magic is so weak. I, am the most intelligent and powerful casters in the whole Aldea, the city of magic, if I could be more potent... But alas, I am rubbish. But I embraced it you know? Even the archmage seeks advices, from a student of magic. People say that I am omnipotent in the term of casting magic, but telling me my destiny has preventing me from using that, I can only help others. At least what is the Archmage said, is which some mages are weak due to some facts that the mortal minds may not know. I have the right to know! I have the right to know why I am rubbish!
I am thinking... ''You were daydreaming again?'' one of my friends tell me, which I call as one of my true friends. He is studying with me, we are in his home, with spellbooks around, in the ground, on the desk, on the bed, everywhere. When he is reading, I probably got enchanced by some good dream, and you know? It was beautiful.
I only answer ''Why wouldnt I? The dreams are somehow better than the real world.'' I looked him like I am a prisoner, actually that is my actual look. I do not know why, but the mask has eaten my face in those years. ''Maybe your potency will come to you after these years, with age.'' That cheered me up, he always gave me the best dreams. ''Perhaps'' I said.
-''If I will be a warrior, I will not let that mages have fun with you.'' he said, He was more of the fighter type. We were friends for years. I remember that time like yesterday. He did not have the best body of a warrior, if I would see him practising with his blade, I would only wonder how he carry those blades. The people made fun of him too. I saw him in myself. Without hesitation, I took some of the explosive dust and thrown at them. They barely made back. I was warned by the proffessors, but they knew my intentions were good. After then, my knowledge spreaded, to the high-ranks of Aldea.
-''That is nice to think, but they envy me, for even the Archmage visits me each week. Wisdom is power. The fate wanted me to learn that. I...'' I suddenly felt like I was about to stop. But I did not. ''... embrace my loss.'' I continued. It was a lie, but it was enough for me to have happiness. Was I really happy? I sure was.
We studied... Even we study arts seperately, we always discuss the events and things... But that were long good days. When I had my choice, I sworn that I wont see them ever again. Because of that, I am an abomination to them.
And then, I ascended. But it is another story to tell...
That is not how Glacia, now disguised himself of Aquamorph, have born. I will be working on the story. But this is one of the fragments of the story.
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