The Beast Within

In a world where magic is outlawed and virtually extinct, Princess Fiamatta suddenly finds her world turned inside out by the traitorous word. From royalty, to fugitive, to leader of the rebels, Fia is forced to work with a handsome, arrogant magician she found locked away in a dungeon.

btw, this is my NaNoWriMo story so criticism is much appreciated! Thanks :)


20. Act 19

For a while, we continued in silence. It lasted until I could no longer withstand the pressure of it.

            “Tell me about magic,” I said, still not looking at him. I could feel his gaze slide to me, regarding the request.

            “What about it?” he asked. I shrugged; with no knowledge of it at all I didn’t know what to specifically ask about it.

            “Anything,” I responded. He took a deep breath, no doubt wondering where to begin.

            “Well, I guess I should start with what it is.” He said, almost as if to himself. “Magic has existed for as long as time. Since then, there have always been creatures that have been able to use it. Think of it like a song that only your ears can hear. It’s all around you, but only you can hear the notes. From there you can alter it and change the notes, creating your own music, or spell.” I nodded, following his explanation.

            “So, why is it that for some spells you have to say things, like for transportation, and others it just happens, like when you try to possess people?” I ask, ignoring my irritation at how many times he had tried to possess me. Contrary to my response, Logan actually chuckled, taking enjoyment from those times. This only increased my irritation more.

            “They are different kinds of spells,” he said. Upon seeing the obvious confusion on my face he elaborated, “There are four different types of spells: elemental, time, space, and mental. Elemental deals with controlling the elements: fire, earth, air, and water. Next is time.

            With time, it is sort of tricky to explain; being able to manipulate time allows one to start and stop it, and also travel through it. When being used by a powerful magician it is even possible to focus on the time of an object and either fast forward it, or reverse it.”

            “What do you mean by that?” I interrupted before he could go on. He thought for a moment, trying to figure out how to explain it better. His eyes glanced around us and he nodded towards a tree.

            “See that oak tree over there?” I nodded, signaling for him to continue. “Well with time, a magician could make it rapidly grow, reaching the end of its life and inevitably dying, or he could make it younger until it reverts back into a seed.” He paused, watching my face to see if I understood it or not. I was beginning to grasp his meaning when he went over to a small patch of snowbell flowers. Their white bells were mostly withered since summer was coming to an end. He held the wilted flower before me. Slowly, he brought it to his lips and lightly blew on it. Instantly, the flower began to perk up more and regain its flawless white complexion. I watched, completely amazed at the transformation. He smiled softly at my reaction and handed me the flower. For a moment my eyes met his, and there was a moment of understanding.

             But the fleeting moment left just as quickly as it had arrived. This time, it was Logan who began walking away first and I had to hurry to catch up. He continued where he had left off, explaining the different types of magic.

            “The third kind is space. It’s another one that is sort of difficult to explain. Using space allows one to teleport, either themselves or an object, from one place to another. It also can break down and, or put those particles together again. By manipulating particles you can disintegrate, or regenerate anything you chose.

            The last one is mental. With this you can literately go into someone’s body and take over their mind. Once inside, they are utterly powerless. And if the magician chooses to occupy the mind for an extended period of time, it is likely that the host’s consciousness will die, and will be replaced by the magician’s.” His eyes casted a glance over at me, “You have witnessed this before.”

            His words make me look over at him, “What do you mean?”

            “That was how your father died.”

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