A Wizard Of Earthsea Series Novels & Stories

EPISODE THIRTY TWO THEME: Unstable condition MERWORLD IN THE THRONE HALL Abijam the Sea wizard sat in front of the king's throne as he worked his magic under the sea. "Is it working?" Oceanus asked when the sea wizard opened his eyes. "Yes your majesty." Abijam bowed. "What's going to happen to her in that world?" Oceanus questioned with a worried look on his face. "She would be weak." Abijam answered.

His eyes wandered to the Jinn, who glanced their way. “I think he is very powerful in his own way,” Elise revealed. “The Sihr was perfectly created in him.” “Sihr?” Diana and Eric repeated.

Something listening back. “You weren’t naming something,” Azriel said to the boy. “You were summoning it.” The boy nodded once. “And it heard me.” The wind shifted. Trees bent—not as if pushed, but like they bowed. Above them, the stars stirred. Not twinkling. Not falling. Turning. Velan staggered back a step. “It’s everywhere. In the soil. In the stones. Even the roots. The world’s… listening.” Finally, the Prophets moved. Their robes rustled like dry leaves on ancient ground. The eldest among them stepped forward, her voice thin as winter. “You broke the final seal,” she said to Azriel. “That word was meant to stay lost.”

The wizard gives a cry of panic. “You can’t do this to me! I created you.” The light starts fading and soon the wizards form starts fading as well. “No, you created the evil Ma Vista’s that have plagued the earth for long enough. It’s time for a new world and, for the monsters to have a new chance at life.” And with those final words the wizard blinks out of existence.

Miles and miles away on the other side of the mountain The old wolf, Rael, knew he was not alone anymore. His nose didn’t work like it used to, neither his eyes but his senses did, and he could feel it in the air. The electricity, the stillness of it. His human, Varian, is almost too weak to think from starvation. At the edge of a desolate clearing stood a crooked figure draped in tattered robes, the wizard of dubious repute known as Malakar. Of course, they did not know he was a wizard, but they could tell he was some sort of powerful.

His presence commanded attention, radiating an aura of wisdom and mastery over the mystical arts. Tall and slender, the wizard possessed an air of quiet authority that seemed to emanate from every pore. His eyes, a mesmerizing shade of deep indigo, sparkled with an otherworldly brilliance, as if containing the secrets of countless universes. They glinted with an ever-present curiosity, forever seeking knowledge and enlightenment.

"I found the same bread at the Wind Catcher's altar just when I arrived." Flashback of himself running his life out to reach the forest before lunchtime to offer his baked goods to the Wind Catcher's altar crossed his mind. The Wind Catcher, as the myths say, is the protector of the forests and its inhabitant. She was said to be of the Fairy race and is chosen by the Gods to execute the said duty. Believing she could be a Fairy who lives among the forest creatures, he thought doing such deed would let him see her once more.

The energy core of a warrior increases as he learns more and more techniques, that's why these books are very expensive and highly sought after by warriors. Steven took her in his arms, and she could see that he was disappointed so she said to him by wrapping her arms around him, "Don't worry, I will help you to obtain some, thanks to my dimension we will be able to make money quickly, we will just have to buy seeds and to resell the magic herbs when they will be mature."

“What I do know is that when I was a very young mage. The best that the King had before Warlord, the King asked me to design a containment spell. I did.” “What did the spell do?” “Reduced a creature’s size and appearance to allow it to be kept within a chambered jar.” “Soon after that, Warlord came to be his Commander.” “What did the King use the spell to capture.” “I’d love to know.” Hawk shook his head in wonder. “But there’s rumors he keeps the sacred jar in his maze of chambers within the walls. Somewhere Warlord can’t sense it and can’t track it because of the dampness of the inner walls.”

"Come one, Pearl, I can’t just give out that kind of spell book and that sort of money. The cost will have to be approved. It’ll take a day or two at least, and you know that." A few days? Pearl didn't have any food at home. She has three wolves who might eat me themselves if she doesn't have food for them. Surely. Alec didn't notice that these three wolves were not just ordinary warriors but the souls of someone very powerful, right? How could he be this naive to never notice that? She thought of how pathetic the alchemist was.