Sick week

Chapter 6: sick week

Gullit was sick for day's and nobody had any idea why. It started a week ago. The second day he had spend at castle black, he was excited to get started. Use the day to train his body a little harder to keep up with the others. Then when he planted his feet on the ground and a growing feeling of dizziness overcame him.

The air became thicker, making him feel out of breath. His head feeling like a boiling pot, made him fall back on his bed. He expected to get up when he felt better but a momentary retreat turned into a week of torture. Ever since that day he only left his bed to force himself to the toilet.

Something that increasingly became toucher as his joints became very sensitive to every move he made.

Over the time he was in bed many people visited him. His three new brothers came to check on him almost everyday he was sick. It wasn't long, no, they stayed for a bit and held him company. Then they left to practice their sword and in addition their magic.

Baron Folian only visited him once, Gullit understood. He was a busy man and had to take care of his barony, so the one time he came to see him was more than enough.

When lord Folian came he took a very distanced and cold approach to the sickness. Gullit noticed how the lord also had a bit of guilt on his face. A tiny droop of the Barons lips face gave it away.

Although Gullit had no idea as to why the baron felt guilty. He did feel honored that that the baron was worried about him.

A few day's passed and Gullit felt better.

It was on the sixth day that Micheal the enhancer came to to Gullit's room. He had been there on the day before to do a little research on the boy and said that he would be back with an answer to Gullit's condition.

Natural Gullit was anxious when he heard the unique knocking of Micheal.

Sitting nervously on the side of his bed, he watched as the enhancer almost seemed to float to the chair of his desk.

The man sat down gently, brushing back his Golden hair as he looked at Gullit.

Their first meeting was similar to this one except Gullit blushed the first time. He had no idea that Micheal was a man even with his masculine name. But as if to expect this misunderstanding the enhancer made this clear that he was indeed a man.

Now Gullit shook his head in embarrassment. "Enhancer Micheal, do you have any idea what happened to me?"

Despite his looks Gullit quickly noticed that Micheal was a stoic man, mysterious and hard to read. He said what he had to with no flowery addition then let you deal with whatever he said.

"It seems like you have a mutation in your mana core's upper left side. This caused a blockage with your connection to the wave. What you've experienced was your mana core shutting down."

Micheal said it all calmly, his voice awfully deep for someone with his features.

Gullit didn't quite understand what Micheal meant when he said all of those intelligent words. All he really understood was that it wasn't too good for him.

"Can I still cast spells?" Was the next question that came out of Gullit's mouth. He wasn't quite the magician, only casting minor spells. At most he could create stone lockpicks or shoot a gust of wind. But even then he had to focus for the spell to manifest.

They say that boy's could only do the more impressive spells when they turned sixteen, when their mana cores matured. So Gullit didn't pay too much attention to it.

For girls that age was fourteen, though their spells didn't have the same grandiose potential.

"I'm afraid that you can't. I'm afraid that your brain has recognized your mana core as a threat recently. Therefore it must've instinctively severed your mana core."

The enhancer said it in the same stoic fashion as he did before. But something was off and Gullit wasn't slow to notice it.

Micheal wasn't a robot, Gullit saw that the day before, when the man clarified that he wasn't a girl.

Micheal was fast to save himself the embarrassment. He did it with a straight face but Gullit could sense that behind that mask there was a certain emotion of exhaustion.

Gullit knew the enhancer was a man like any other from that point on. Maybe a bit cold but still a man.

But today, Micheal was too cold, too stoic to almost an uncanny fashion. Like he was prepared to give bad news for a long time now.

Something indeed seemed of to Gullit but he couldn't find out what.

He put the conspiracy theorist of himself in the back of the mind. The idea that he couldn't cast spells anymore was indeed an unfortunate thought to him. But it didn't depress him.

To him, there was still a future. A future where he could be a warrior as powerful as his father was. Gullit nodded to the enhancer calmly, "alright, if that's the case how can I unsever my core?"

The enhancer's eyebrows raised slightly in his first show of emotion since he came in the room. Surprise.

"Asking such a question so quick after being told bad news. Not even time to shed tears, Gullit?"

The boy shook his head softly, "Tears have never helped me. It's a waste of time. So how do I unsever my core."

The enhancer scratched his chin thoughtfully, "Do you know what the wave is Gullit?"

Gullit closed one of his eyes then said, "it's what makes us cast spells right."

"Sort of… the wave is more like the air all around us, but instead of breathing it in through our nose, we do it through our mana core."

Micheal closes his eyes, only for a second it seemed as if pink air flowed to him. Then the man opened his eyes again, held out his hand, and a flame ignited on his palm.

He continued talking, "the wave will then convert into mana, which we use to cast spells. This happens automatically, but we can also do it on purpose to draw in even more mana.

Your mana core is severed not destroyed, which means this process still happens in you, except that the wave won't convert to mana. You're like an open hole in which through the wave can pass, but not utilized."

Gullit shook his head eagerly as he absorbed what the enhancer said. "So all I'll need to do is close the hole!" He said excitedly.

Micheal nodded, "But there is a reason why even the most hardened of criminals couldn't do it."

Gullit smile faded as he listened to the enhancer speak. As what he would be saying next would be integral.

"The place where you'll need to be is know as the fuego del alma. It's a place where the wave is so dense and wild that it isn't just like air anymore, but like a tornado instead. An almost alive creature that is intent on killing whomever visits it.

They also say that because the wave is so dense, that whoever enters the fuego del alma will experience pain beyond reason . Such an experience Gullit, will change you forever."

"I'm going!" Gullit said without hesitation. Micheal's eyes widened with surprise, the boy didn't even take a second to think all of it through and he had already decided.

Taking another moment to recompose himself, Micheal asked why the boy was so certain already.

"Because, pain an death was never what my father ran away from."

With that their conversation came to an end. A half hour after lord Folian was knocking at the door, entering the room with quick pace.

He sat in the chair and crossed his legs, an impatient but understanding look.

Gullit understood why the man he looked so hasty, after all this man was a lord with many things to look after.

Gullit felt nervous as the baron his piercing gaze locked eyes with his. Folian had an uncanny ability to make clear what he thought with only his eyes. Gullit felt bad as he already was planning to do something so troublesome after only a week of staying there.

The baron closed his eyes, "I won't let the son of my rival die, so if you plan to go to the fuego de alma we do it my way. Six months… you'll go there after six months and only after you find your fathers sword and take is back."

His fathers sword, he hadn't forgotten about that one, how could he it was the only inheritance he had gotten.

Getting that sword back was his top priority seconded by closing his mana core