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64. The Magicologist

         "Are you sure this is the right place?"
         I look over at my companion. He's traveled a long way to be here with me today, but something about this place makes him particularly nervous. We'd encountered many dangerous spots like this before, but this frozen volcano is one of the strangest.
         "Yeah, this is what the map says," I say, re-checking the chart I had purchased in the local tavern.
         He looks at me, his brow furrowed. "This place is full of strong magic. This isn't safe." The volcano is quiet, though it looks as if its erupting at this very moment. As I step off the path to get a better look, I trip and fall directly onto what I expect to be hot lava.
         But it is cool as ice. It's as if this location has been frozen in time right at the moment of eruption and allowed to cool without losing its original glow. There is various animals wandering around the flow, but none dare to put their feet anywhere near the cursed stone.
         "You're right. It is strong magic," I say. I don't like it. But, as a scientist, I feel obligated to at least gather some information. "Alright," I say, taking out a camera, "let me just get a few pictures and then we'll get out of here."
         Kenneth agrees with a silent nod, though I can tell that he has to really push himself to keep from running away. He is much more perceptive to magic than I, so I trust his intuition when he says we need to leave soon.
         Satisfied with my pictures, I slip my camera back into my bag. I feel a strange chill, but I decide it must just be the magic that surrounds this area. It's getting dark now, anyway. It's better that we leave.
         I follow him down the trail until we reach the village where we are staying. We get a few strange looks from the villagers, but no one particularly says anything. But, I feel a bit strange as we make out way back to the inn.
         "Did you find anything interesting?" the innkeeper says to us. Kenneth just nods.
         "The Frozen Fire Mountain is a lot strange than I expected," I say, rubbing my arm, which feels strangely cold. I think nothing of it, but the innkeeper, who's name is Joanna, notices my incessant rubbing.
         "Did something happen?" she asks.
         "I tripped earlier. I think it may just be a bruise," I reply.
         Without warning, she makes her way over to us a grabs my wrist, lifting it up forcefully to reveal a strange dark spot on my arm.
         "You fell onto the Fire," she says darkly.
         "What does that mean?" I ask. Kenneth now seems white as a ghost.
         "If anyone falls into the fire, the are cursed!" Joanna hisses.
         I try to get a better look at the spot on my arm. It is as cold as ice and I can feel the cold seeping into the rest of my body. 
         "What? What is this?" I demand.
         "Ice," Kenneth says, flipping through one of his books. "It's ice."
         "" I can think of nothing else to say. I am stunned.
         "According to Yarin the Olden, those that touch the Fire with any exposed body part will slowly ice," he breathes the last two words as if they are a curse themselves. "You are turning into ice."
         "There's only one was to solve this," Joanna says, finally releasing my wrist. "You have to find some chokran mint."
         "And where do we find that?" I ask, gulping.
         "Only at the top of Frozen Fire Mountain."
         "Well, now that's stupid? Why would it grow all the way up there--"
         "Hush!" Joanna hisses, putting a finger over my lips. "Tell no one, or they may send you away and then you'll never get cured."
         I look at Kenneth, silently asking him to come with me, but he looks away. I guess I have to go myself. I roll my eyes and make my way back out the door.
         "Don' forget, you only have six hours before you are incurable," Joanna says.
         "Are you kidding me?" Now I am exasperated. A few villagers look toward me, but then go about their daily business as the sun is setting. I grumble, but head back towards the path. Once again, I am alone, trying to solve all of my own problems.
         I hear footsteps behind me. I turn to see who it is and am surprised to see Kenneth right behind me.
         "I thought you weren't coming," I say.
         "As much as I hate magic," he says, "I hate not having you around more."
         "You're ridiculous," I say with a frown. But he knows I really am glad to have him along. It's nice to be able to count on someone for a change.

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