Magical Books - Prompt #6 an extraordinary writing tool
Prompt #6 an extraordinary writing tool - magical books
Books are used for everything from hiding information to sending messages through time. They can be enchanted to last thousands and even ten thousand years if the enchantments are renewed.
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Excerpt from Relic of Time and Prophecies
Damien went back to his room and laid down on his new bed, there was something under his pillow. Turning over, he found a book with a piece of red paper stuck in the spine. ‘Welcome back, Lord Damien I missed you. Meet me where the shadows dance at midnight, our secret. Bring the book. Lady Kali.’ Damien’s hands shook with excitement. Kali missed him. He looked at the book, History of the King’s City. The first chapter was so boring he almost fell asleep before dinner. Later that night, after spending the evening with his Mother and her godfather, Damien snuck out while Karstien slept. In the gardens, he touched the wall and it opened. He found the room easily. Kali jumped up and ran to hug him. “I thought you wouldn’t come,” she gushed happily as they embraced. He grinned, “I missed you too. But why did you give me this boring book on city history and government?” He was confused by the gift. Kali smiled beautifully, “Because you’re my best friend, and it is an enchanted book. My mother said that your mother doesn’t approve of different kinds of magic because she doesn’t have any. So, my uncle Mordred made me a book that would hide what it really says. Watch.” She pricked his finger and pressed a tiny drop of blood in the seal on the spine of the book. “Only those whose blood rest here can see the truth written within, to everyone else, it is just a dull history book. Now, read it.” Damien looked at the pages and gasped. It was a fundamental art of magic book unlike any in his grandfather’s library.
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Excerpt from Shadow Hunt.
The Oracle Lady Daisy of the House of Adamos held the Book of Prophecies written by her late husband's lost mother in one hand and an ancient piece of paper in the other. The Guardian, High Lord Kaleth, last son of High Lord Adamos, had died over a century ago in the Last War against the Dark Kingdom of the Remnants of Xelusia. She had finally settled her heart and her grief enough to pack away his study and give the castle he had lovingly built for her to their eldest daughter, the Master Healer of Adamos and her husband, the last Mage Lord of the House of Odini, who were soon to be expecting their first twin children. When she had lifted this little book that she had read so many times in the past from its place on the bookshelf, a single folded half-sheet of parchment fell out. A piece of ancient paper she had never seen before but written in a language and script she knew only too well. The last great oracle of a generation lost had sent her a message through time. It simply read. “Little Flower of Adamos, Please save our children from the falling Shadows something is Changing we are out of Time. Yllumina, Oracle of Yophriel and Adamos.” Daisy gaped in surprise at the note, she had been the last person to read this book. Checking the prophesies against all she knew after the war was won. Then she had put it on the shelf and is had remained there untouched until today. She read the paper twice more trying to figure out every possible meaning. Yllumina never wrote plainly as this seemed. Yllumina was the only other oracle who called her by the pet name Adamos the fourth, Yllumina's husband and Kaleth's father, had given her. When the ancient Oracles realized their world was doomed, Adamos had built an ark of sorts and it had carried 5000 to safety, mostly children. Daisy wondered if something occurred to stop them from rescuing the remnant before the War that doomed both kingdoms began. She noticed the weird syntaxing of the third, fourth and fifth lines, and cold dread crept into her mind; she imagined it said, Shadow Changing Time. Lady Daisy took the book and paper and hurried home through a traveling portal. The combination of magic and technology that helped them win the war. The Oracle's fusion of magic and tech had vastly improved every aspect of Aetherian life, restored the prosperity to their almost-lost kingdom, and now all of it was threatened. The enemy defeated in this future was attempting to stop their destiny by altering the past and as the last living oracle, she had to stop it. Unlike the oracles of old, Daisy was gifted far beyond the ability to use love and light, to have visions, and to overcome the darkness in another's soul, she was a scientist first. Her unique mind never let go of a problem until it was solved. While she worked, nothing else mattered; not sleep, not food, nothing. It was a trait that had almost killed her more than once, but it had allowed her to create the magic-tech fusion weapons that had destroyed their enemy. At her home on the edge of the Crown City of New Azimuth, she rushed from the travel portal to the servant’s quarters she had converted to a home laboratory. She ran the note through a spectrum analyzer and discovered she was correct. It wasn't just the syntax of three ominous words that were different, it was also the ink. Shadows Changing Time. There was also an invisible message in the second line, between the letter were numbers, coordinates in the ancient mapping system, a date during the pre-cataclysm calendar, and the insignia of the only other surviving of the first ten houses.
Books are used for everything from hiding information to sending messages through time. They can be enchanted to last thousands and even ten thousand years if the enchantments are renewed.
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Excerpt from Relic of Time and Prophecies
Damien went back to his room and laid down on his new bed, there was something under his pillow. Turning over, he found a book with a piece of red paper stuck in the spine. ‘Welcome back, Lord Damien I missed you. Meet me where the shadows dance at midnight, our secret. Bring the book. Lady Kali.’ Damien’s hands shook with excitement. Kali missed him. He looked at the book, History of the King’s City. The first chapter was so boring he almost fell asleep before dinner. Later that night, after spending the evening with his Mother and her godfather, Damien snuck out while Karstien slept. In the gardens, he touched the wall and it opened. He found the room easily. Kali jumped up and ran to hug him. “I thought you wouldn’t come,” she gushed happily as they embraced. He grinned, “I missed you too. But why did you give me this boring book on city history and government?” He was confused by the gift. Kali smiled beautifully, “Because you’re my best friend, and it is an enchanted book. My mother said that your mother doesn’t approve of different kinds of magic because she doesn’t have any. So, my uncle Mordred made me a book that would hide what it really says. Watch.” She pricked his finger and pressed a tiny drop of blood in the seal on the spine of the book. “Only those whose blood rest here can see the truth written within, to everyone else, it is just a dull history book. Now, read it.” Damien looked at the pages and gasped. It was a fundamental art of magic book unlike any in his grandfather’s library.
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Excerpt from Shadow Hunt.
The Oracle Lady Daisy of the House of Adamos held the Book of Prophecies written by her late husband's lost mother in one hand and an ancient piece of paper in the other. The Guardian, High Lord Kaleth, last son of High Lord Adamos, had died over a century ago in the Last War against the Dark Kingdom of the Remnants of Xelusia. She had finally settled her heart and her grief enough to pack away his study and give the castle he had lovingly built for her to their eldest daughter, the Master Healer of Adamos and her husband, the last Mage Lord of the House of Odini, who were soon to be expecting their first twin children. When she had lifted this little book that she had read so many times in the past from its place on the bookshelf, a single folded half-sheet of parchment fell out. A piece of ancient paper she had never seen before but written in a language and script she knew only too well. The last great oracle of a generation lost had sent her a message through time. It simply read. “Little Flower of Adamos, Please save our children from the falling Shadows something is Changing we are out of Time. Yllumina, Oracle of Yophriel and Adamos.” Daisy gaped in surprise at the note, she had been the last person to read this book. Checking the prophesies against all she knew after the war was won. Then she had put it on the shelf and is had remained there untouched until today. She read the paper twice more trying to figure out every possible meaning. Yllumina never wrote plainly as this seemed. Yllumina was the only other oracle who called her by the pet name Adamos the fourth, Yllumina's husband and Kaleth's father, had given her. When the ancient Oracles realized their world was doomed, Adamos had built an ark of sorts and it had carried 5000 to safety, mostly children. Daisy wondered if something occurred to stop them from rescuing the remnant before the War that doomed both kingdoms began. She noticed the weird syntaxing of the third, fourth and fifth lines, and cold dread crept into her mind; she imagined it said, Shadow Changing Time. Lady Daisy took the book and paper and hurried home through a traveling portal. The combination of magic and technology that helped them win the war. The Oracle's fusion of magic and tech had vastly improved every aspect of Aetherian life, restored the prosperity to their almost-lost kingdom, and now all of it was threatened. The enemy defeated in this future was attempting to stop their destiny by altering the past and as the last living oracle, she had to stop it. Unlike the oracles of old, Daisy was gifted far beyond the ability to use love and light, to have visions, and to overcome the darkness in another's soul, she was a scientist first. Her unique mind never let go of a problem until it was solved. While she worked, nothing else mattered; not sleep, not food, nothing. It was a trait that had almost killed her more than once, but it had allowed her to create the magic-tech fusion weapons that had destroyed their enemy. At her home on the edge of the Crown City of New Azimuth, she rushed from the travel portal to the servant’s quarters she had converted to a home laboratory. She ran the note through a spectrum analyzer and discovered she was correct. It wasn't just the syntax of three ominous words that were different, it was also the ink. Shadows Changing Time. There was also an invisible message in the second line, between the letter were numbers, coordinates in the ancient mapping system, a date during the pre-cataclysm calendar, and the insignia of the only other surviving of the first ten houses.
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