Enchantment Table Language Translator Novels & Stories

“This is not any ordinary altar. The symbols and engravings that you see hold a special meaning.” She said as she fondly ran her hand over those engravings as if caressing each one like her own child. Her face did that weird glow thing and I noticed that her face sometimes glimmered if she spoke too loudly or expressed too much of any emotion. “I see” I said and looked at the altar. Indeed most of that was etched to be in a foreign language, or whatever language it is that this Keltia spoke. “Here take this” She said and offered me a small pouch. I furrowed my eyebrows but she held out her palm open for me so I took it.

According to the journal, if we recite the spell three times while thinking about the object or place the book will show the vision of the location. My mind drifted to the key of the fourth floor room. I last saw that key on Zander's desk when he called me in his office. I got a proper glimpse of it. But then I remember he did not want me to go there so I discouraged the idea. I turned a few pages and there was a spell written that looked like Arabic language. I learned twenty five different languages as I used to spend most of my time alone. I did not have friends. So ,I taught myself different languages. It was fun but Arabic. I know how to pronounce but did not know the meaning of the wor

\\ Did this Boy ever miss anything? Marcia snorted, "Never too late is it, with you?" she joked, "Though they may not speak the language, translation spells, and translation runes are available, and it's quite amusing, that this year's batch has a group of people, largely from English speaking areas and that have all had English as a second or third language", she noted somewhat amused. "And the names?" Zen asked. "Hale Academy magic", she answered. The teen rolled his eyes skyward, "That makes a lot of sense, and is somewhat terrifying to realize", Zen muttered amusedly.

Kaida said. "A word here and there. Not enough to translate. What about you guys?" They shook their heads. Ceara straightened. "I have a solution there, too. It might be tricky, though. I can create a spell allowing us the ability to read any written language and understand it. However, it would be temporary and I'd have to be careful in the phrasing to avoid the no-personal-gain rule." "Or what?" Tristan widened his stance, crossing his arms. "What would happen?"

“There are zombies here, but also casualties, and your own ambassador and priestesses are amongst the injured. Find them. Help them.” The spell slowing the Mer stopped but they stilled, their body language confused. “We understand you.” “I would hope so,” Connery stepped up to Meguitte’s side. “That is the meaning behind Verbatransfera, after all. It’s a language spell. Very clever my love.” “Help your people,” Meguitte told the Mer. “Save them, take them to safety before the zombies get them. There is a powerful sorcerer also somewhere in this smoke, and he has reason to be angry with us all.”

His calmly alluring voice interrupts the entire table as if a magnet to attention. “Then let us take the opposite route. Instead of absorbing forcefully, you can welcome it. Treat it with kindness.” It took me a while to register his words. Treat it… with kindness? I stare at him, no less dumbfounded as the entire table. Only Priscilla had a rather adverse reaction, snickering and scoffing. “I’m sorry?” Priscilla adds, or clarifies, “In the language of magic, that roughly translates to purification.” …Purification?

"Cassandra I told you to stay away from mischief and try not to kill someone. Most importantly why would you even even engage yourself with those despicable human affairs. James got furious and slammed the table after hearing the word 'despicable' and left the table. He has his soft spot for humans and ofcourse he has temper like us. We watched him go and started our argument again. "They were trying to harass her and I can't let that happen." I defended myself.

Not enough to make my knees tremble though. It's like my Wolf is saying something. Somehow telling me danger. At least, how I felt. "You know what to do." The Enchantress said. She sounds tired and bored. Like, she has been doing this thing all her life and she's just not into it. I looked at the table in front of me. I looked at the box beside the map. Inside, I saw the sacred knife laying flat. Almost waiting for me to take it. There are two wolves, hugging each other carved as the knife's handle.

“Six glossaries, actually. One’s hidden under the table. It’s the secret weapon.” I peered beneath the table. “That’s a spellbook.” “Details,” he said quickly, face flushing. “It’s adjacent to glyph theory.” I gave him a look. “That’s like saying poison is adjacent to soup.” He grinned again. “Depending on the soup, maybe it is.”

I gave him a look, destroying the moment. “What exactly does it mean?” I asked him not knowing what the hell he had just said in french. “And thou little spirits will be sent from the Eden above to protect the protector of Magna” He translated the line for me. “And it is from?” I queried further. “Les légendes de la Grande Magna” He answered me. “And what exactly does that mean?” I sassed, repeating my question. “The Legends of the Great Magna” He replied patiently. “Une chose que je n'aime pas dans ce royaume est qu'il contient trop de français, (One thing I don't like about this realm is that it has too much of french)” We all started walking towards the apartment complex.