Chapter 22: Realizations

I dismissed the slaves and made them gather some wood for the night, saying that I have to think about it and went back inside the carriage to calm myself.

My brain is theorizing and calculating a lot of things at the same time to the point it made me dizzy. I lied back down to the couch and closed my eyes, while trying my hardest to organize my thoughts.

Zain Cerulean, Is the first and the crowned Prince of the northern kingdom. There is a northern kingdom? North was just a wasteland before I got trapped in the seal, it was even used as hunting grounds for veteran mercenaries and warriors.

But then, it became a kingdom with a long history, just as I wrote in my novel, It was an old kingdom, Does that mean I'm older than the Northern kingdom? Wait now is not the time for this.

The northern kingdom fell because of an unknown organization, and then ... and then what? Why can't I remember the story properly? Who were the villains? There are missing pieces!

The only thing I remember properly is what should have happened to Zain in the beginning. He was successfully sent to the empire, and auctioned to the nobles. He went berserk then and there, killing all the participating nobles including a prince. This made him the enemy of the empire. He lost consciousness after his killing spree and was saved by a friend.

Elliot Bars, a black mage, The very last of his kind. Black magic is not like what the other stories depicts and it is also an attribute but it was not something that anybody can have affinity with. It was akin to Shadow attribute but far more exclusive to one blood line. Elliot is from the eastern continent, and was also captured to be a slave and became friends with Zain after he saved him.

Shadow attribute, I don't know much about magic, since as I have said before, I didn't read much about it, but I know some things about shadow magic. It has spells that act like a void, it absorbs everything even other magic, making it very useful against offense type magicians. I don't know what happens to the things and magic it absorbs though.

If I'm right, there was this one secret army Dad had before I got trapped in the seal, I only caught a glimpse of them every now and then when I hang out in his study to bother him and eat sweets. Ah, I miss those times, When He keeps on scolding me about eating too much sweets, saying that my teeth would rot even before I die if I keep eating sweets.

I felt my heart ache at the memories that suddenly appeared after a very long time. I held my chest tightly trying to keep the tears from falling.

This is not the time to feel this way.

I pushed the memory and the feelings aside and focused on the problem in hand.

As I was saying, dad had these secret army and they can all erase their presence, I think that is also Shadow magic. So here is my point, Compared to shadow magic, black magic is nothing like that, it doesn't swallow things and erase them like they are nothing. Black magic makes things. I did not write the specific mana required to do the spells, but I know that Black magic can make things and take things.

Black magicians are always beautiful beings. Just like how black magic is define on earth, it brings out the inner desires of the people, but not the magician's desires but the people around them. No matter what color or body type a black magician has it would always be described as the epitome of beauty. They will always be viewed as beautiful no matter who or what the preferences a person have. That is not the only thing they can do, they can also make clones of themselves or clones of other people, I think this depends on the mastery of black magic.

The best thing black magicians possess, is necromancy. Unlike the normal necromancy where bones are being fixed and ominous skeletons walk around, Black magicians make beings akin to its normal self but is made of black flames. They take the soul of the dead and store it to their dimensional space, which is made the moment they are born just for the purpose of storing souls. Due to this, the consciousness of the beings they make are intact. It's more like summoning if you ask me, But since its something that is dealing with the death of other living beings, I called it necromancy.

It sounds ominous despite being made of black flames, but the thing is, in the eastern continent, Black magicians are treasured and treated as Priests or perhaps Gods. It is all because of that ability. They help the people who had just lost their loved ones meet them again and talk to them for a couple of minutes or hours. They are also useful during crime investigations especially murder. The world was peaceful before I was locked in the seal so I don't know much of what is happening in this world now, and if this is really the world inside my novel, that just means it became more chaotic and crazy as the time passed.

There is an unknown organization with a mysterious goal, in which I am not sure who since my memory about the novel is all fuzzy. I even disrupted the first scene of the story without knowing it. I can't help but sigh at the turn of events.

I guess I don't really have a choice but to help them.

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I went out of the carriage and found the three skinny people gather and pile up woods at the side of the carriage. They all looked at me and were stunned in place. That's when I realized that I failed to put the hood of the robe back on, exposing my long silver hair and my face.

"Taking care of people is not my forte, so you will still have to take care of yourselves" I said as I grip the wooden staff on my hand.

I felt the gentle breeze of the wind on my face, calming my pounding heart. I don't know why but I feel excited for some reason.