Scrolls of the Geomancer

By @Mclay

Scrolls of the Geomancer

By @Mclay

A WIP that started over a decade ago in High School. Still working on it, and I am aware of most of the issues with the formatting.

Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Sovos and Kurt sat at the fire, watching the flames lick through the dry wood and around the rocks. The light of the half-moon shone over the grassland that they were camped near, making the white stalks look like a sea of molten silver.

“Beautiful night.” Kurt commented.

“Indeed it is, if I were a smoker, this would be the perfect time to take out my pipe and have a puff or two.” Sovos said.

“Well, it’s a good thing you aren’t a smoker!” Kurt said loudly.

“Because you couldn’t stand to see me slowly kill myself?”

“Well that, and the fact that you would be paying through the nose to put yourself into an early grave.”

“Keep quiet,” Sovos admonished, “she’s already asleep.”

Kurt glanced over “Wow, she must have been tired. We haven’t even been here ten minutes.”

“Not as tired as you would think.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just that I think her soul is at peace. Her body and mind may not realize yet, but her soul is comfortable with the situation. Deep down she knows she is safe. She won’t be woken up with a dagger at her throat or a door being kicked in.”

“Any port in a storm, as they say.” Kurt said.

“True, but being a Necromancer, her entire life and existence is the storm, and she hasn’t had a safe ‘port’ since before her powers developed.”

“How did yours?” Kurt asked

“My what?”

“Your powers develop?”

“Well, as I said a few days ago, my father was a Geomancer, and his father and so on. So it was only natural that I would be one as well.”

“No, I mean how.”

“Ah, well, I was around that age. A month before and a month after my birthday, my father had me write a scroll a day and test it. My birthday came and went, none of them worked. The night before the last day, I couldn’t sleep because I was so worried about it. I walked into the middle of our field and lay down to look at the sky.”

Sovos paused to knock a rock loose from the fire.

“Then what?” Kurt asked expectantly.

“A shooting star.”

“A shooting star?”

“Yes, I’ll never forget it.” Sovos said as he looked into the sky “The light coming off of it was blinding, and yet, I could see all the colors of nature within it. After that, something inside of me felt different. I ran back to the house, got ink and a blank scroll and wrote a dirt fist golem. I went back out, and tired it.”

“What happened?”

“It worked, and knocked a hole the size of a cart in my parent’s bedroom wall.”

“Bet that woke them up.”

“It most certainly did. Mother was cross, but father was beaming to beat out the sun. He had never been more proud of me.”

“So, I guess you could say that your powers were a gift from the gods then.”

“I suppose you could. I don’t know what would have happened if I hadn’t seen that shooting star.”

“Well, thanks for the story. But now, to sleep!” Kurt said as he fell back onto the ground.

“See you in the morning then.” Sovos said quietly as he continued to look at the sky.

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