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Authors: Sharon Gibbs
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Keep. The area where he was headed was out of bounds to all young Wizards. This was a private place where only certain scholars could come. Only when they were in their tenth year at the Keep were students allowed in the Prophecy rooms and that was only as long as the Wizards were in attendance.
He left the main building and worked his way down through the passages and stairwells to where the books waited. The halls were dark and torches on the walls burst to life as he neared to light his way. Brother Astern passed through the Wizard’s screen. It recognised his magic and allowed his passage. The Wizard’s screen looked identical to any other part of the wall but it had been impregnated with a spell of detection. The detection spell did exactly that. Unless the magic of the person was recognised it would trip an alarm in the Keep to alert the Wizards of a person or persons in an area where they shouldn’t venture. It was for the safety of the Prophecy Books and the person who read them. If untrained eyes should fall upon the books, the ramifications could be disastrous.
Prophecy was complicated. Just because one read the words didn’t mean they were enlightened about all the information they contained. One prophecy could mean several different things or needed to be read in conjunction with other prophecies to be properly interpreted. The books weren’t to be touched by just anyone. Only those assigned to the task of deciphering the prophecies were allowed to read the books.
Brother Astern walked up to an old steel door and from his pocket he removed a single key. It had worn smooth over the years and each notch no longer held the sharp edge it once had. At the end was a loop to hold onto and in this loop, moulded out of the same metal as the key, was an insignia of the tree of life. He slid it into the lock and turned the key. The bolt slid back and he turned the handle. As Brother Astern entered the room, the torches mounted on the walls burst to life as they recognised his magic.
The room was large, big enough to hold more than thirty students. Books lined every wall and were scattered through the room. Desks had been placed around the area and each held its own inkbottle and quill. Small steps were scattered about the room to allow access to the books on the highest shelves and on a desk near the door paper had been stacked for the students to write their ideas and thoughts upon as they learnt to decipher the prophecies that’d already come to pass. When a prophecy had been fulfilled it was written in detail in a corresponding book instead of being mixed and muddled.
Brother Astern entered the room and looked around. It was tidy and all desks had been cleared of books. He was just about to leave when he noticed something on the floor to the far left by the last row of shelves. He walked over and saw that it was a book. It lay open on the floor and the spine of the book faced up. As he bent over to pick it up, he noticed the title. Prophecy from Gallad . He remembered he’d read this book when he was a novice and back then he’d found nothing that caught his attention, apart from the fact all Prophecy Books were interesting and difficult to understand.
Brother Astern had two gifts of magic. He had the gift to read and translate ancient spells and it came easily to him as if it was his native language. His second gift was the Prophet’s Calling. If the prophecies he read were soon to be fulfilled his Wizard’s magic would tingle. He’d learnt from an early age to decipher this signal and his studies had jumped ahead by leaps and bounds. So much so, that in his twelfth year at the Keep he’d been allowed full access to the Prophecy rooms, even when the senior Wizards were not in attendance. Now he held the key.
He turned the book over and balanced it in his left hand. His right he used to dust the pages clean. As soon as his fingers touched the page, his magic began to tingle. Brother Astern began to feel
He left the main building and worked his way down through the passages and stairwells to where the books waited. The halls were dark and torches on the walls burst to life as he neared to light his way. Brother Astern passed through the Wizard’s screen. It recognised his magic and allowed his passage. The Wizard’s screen looked identical to any other part of the wall but it had been impregnated with a spell of detection. The detection spell did exactly that. Unless the magic of the person was recognised it would trip an alarm in the Keep to alert the Wizards of a person or persons in an area where they shouldn’t venture. It was for the safety of the Prophecy Books and the person who read them. If untrained eyes should fall upon the books, the ramifications could be disastrous.
Prophecy was complicated. Just because one read the words didn’t mean they were enlightened about all the information they contained. One prophecy could mean several different things or needed to be read in conjunction with other prophecies to be properly interpreted. The books weren’t to be touched by just anyone. Only those assigned to the task of deciphering the prophecies were allowed to read the books.
Brother Astern walked up to an old steel door and from his pocket he removed a single key. It had worn smooth over the years and each notch no longer held the sharp edge it once had. At the end was a loop to hold onto and in this loop, moulded out of the same metal as the key, was an insignia of the tree of life. He slid it into the lock and turned the key. The bolt slid back and he turned the handle. As Brother Astern entered the room, the torches mounted on the walls burst to life as they recognised his magic.
The room was large, big enough to hold more than thirty students. Books lined every wall and were scattered through the room. Desks had been placed around the area and each held its own inkbottle and quill. Small steps were scattered about the room to allow access to the books on the highest shelves and on a desk near the door paper had been stacked for the students to write their ideas and thoughts upon as they learnt to decipher the prophecies that’d already come to pass. When a prophecy had been fulfilled it was written in detail in a corresponding book instead of being mixed and muddled.
Brother Astern entered the room and looked around. It was tidy and all desks had been cleared of books. He was just about to leave when he noticed something on the floor to the far left by the last row of shelves. He walked over and saw that it was a book. It lay open on the floor and the spine of the book faced up. As he bent over to pick it up, he noticed the title. Prophecy from Gallad . He remembered he’d read this book when he was a novice and back then he’d found nothing that caught his attention, apart from the fact all Prophecy Books were interesting and difficult to understand.
Brother Astern had two gifts of magic. He had the gift to read and translate ancient spells and it came easily to him as if it was his native language. His second gift was the Prophet’s Calling. If the prophecies he read were soon to be fulfilled his Wizard’s magic would tingle. He’d learnt from an early age to decipher this signal and his studies had jumped ahead by leaps and bounds. So much so, that in his twelfth year at the Keep he’d been allowed full access to the Prophecy rooms, even when the senior Wizards were not in attendance. Now he held the key.
He turned the book over and balanced it in his left hand. His right he used to dust the pages clean. As soon as his fingers touched the page, his magic began to tingle. Brother Astern began to feel
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