When I woke up, I kept my eyes closed hoping that when I opened them, I’d be on Earth. I only saw the roof of the cave. I was devastated. It was real. I can’t go back. When I wiped my tears away, I spotted the ring on my finger. I tried to yank it off and throw it at the wall but it wouldn’t budge. It was stuck. Great. Just great. I stand up to get my bearings. The fire was out and Rex was sleeping. I decided to wait until breakfast to assault him with questions.
After breakfast, Rex tells me I have to stay with him. He says it isn’t safe these days. When I ask why, he goes quiet. He then handed me a sword to protect myself with. It was a sabre with a very serrated blade. It was about 3 feet long. I took it since he knows more about this place than I do.
Staying with Rex means traveling. A lot of traveling. He travels so much because of his training. You see, Rex is a half-elf. He’s spent most of his life learning magic. He’s a sorcerer in training. He needs to complete a pilgrimage. He can’t go home until he has mastered his skills to his maximum potential. He can’t use magic as much as a full blood elf could. It’s because his father’s Mythgarian (the humans here are called Mythgarians) blood. Rex says when a person uses magic they use Mana. Mana runs through all living things. Some beings can tap into their Mana and use it as magic. But if they use too much without giving themselves some rest, they will start to use their very life force. And Rex’s Dad’s blood gives him a low amount of Mana. But Rex has a dagger in his belt he uses when he’s low on Mana.