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Authors: Timothy Woods
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can’t you teach me?"
" Because our power comes from within." Mason let his hand fall to his side and walked a couple of steps toward the lake. He turned back to Michael and continued. "Think of it this way. Just as no one can give someone else the key to unlocking one of the doors of power, no one can give you insight into how to use your powers. It is different for each of us."
" But you opened the tenth door for me. I saw you place your hand on it and then it opened."
Mason shook his head. "I did not open the door for you, Michael, you did that on your own. Your curiosity and desire opened it. I merely touched it, drawing your attention to it. Even the old one that waited for me couldn’t help me with how to use my power. And you, Michael, are more powerful than I was. I only saw two golden doors. You see all three."
" Do you at least know what they do and why no one else knows of them?"
Mason smi led again, cheerfully. "That, I can tell you. The first golden door opens the power of healing. It's called Ianua Vita, The Door of Life. It is what you have most desired since learning you had magic, is it not?"
Mich ael nodded and bowed his head. "Too little, too late."
" For your wife, yes, but not for others. The gift of healing, Michael, think of it; rejoice in it. Of all our powers, it is the greatest gift we have; the ability to save the lives of others. No longer is your power just a weapon, it is now a tool against all weapons."
" What of the other two?" Michael asked, feeling a little of Mason’s excitement insinuate itself into him.
" The second golden door opens the power to influence nature. It's the same power the druids command on a much greater scale. It is called Ianua Vir, The Door of Man."
" So now I'm a druid as well?"
" No. You are a Myrkron." Mason reached down and plucked up a pebble the size of a robin’s egg. He held it out for Michael to see. "You are to a druid what those mountains are to this rock."
" And the third, what does it unlock?" Michael asked staring at the pebble.
" The third has a name as well, one you must discover for yourself before you can open it. I do not know how you can do this. I only know it must be done. It unlocks the power to influence magic itself."
" How am I supposed to discover the name of something I know nothing about, that apparently nobody knows anything about?"
" You do know about it. I just told you what it unlocks. That is all you will need in order to figure it out. That is the main reason I have waited so long for you. Without that single piece of knowledge, you would never be able to open that door."
" A long time to wait for such a vague piece of information," Michael said frustrated.
" Aye, but it was of monumental importance that what little information there is be passed on, else future Myrkrons would never succeed in opening it."
Michael looked to the sky again, feeling as if the vastness of the universe were settling on him. He sighed . "So, what exactly is a Myrkron?"
Mason bounced the pebble in his hand a few times the n tossed it out into the lake. "A question not easily answered, but I will do my best."
Mason waved a hand in the air and Michael saw a small wooden house appear further up the hill off to his left.
" Come, this will take some time to explain and my old bones could use a soft chair and a warm fire." Mason turned and gestured for Michael to follow.
Chapter Eight
Micah sat in a chair in front of Merric’s desk, leaning back, legs stretched out straight and crossed at the ankles. His polished black boots reflected points of light from the candles in the wall sconces. Micah had his elbows resting on the arms of the chair and his fingers laced together over the buckle on the wide leather belt he wore. Relaxed though he looked, his eyes were focused unblinkingly on Merric, seated behind the desk. Merric sat slumped forward, leaning on
" Because our power comes from within." Mason let his hand fall to his side and walked a couple of steps toward the lake. He turned back to Michael and continued. "Think of it this way. Just as no one can give someone else the key to unlocking one of the doors of power, no one can give you insight into how to use your powers. It is different for each of us."
" But you opened the tenth door for me. I saw you place your hand on it and then it opened."
Mason shook his head. "I did not open the door for you, Michael, you did that on your own. Your curiosity and desire opened it. I merely touched it, drawing your attention to it. Even the old one that waited for me couldn’t help me with how to use my power. And you, Michael, are more powerful than I was. I only saw two golden doors. You see all three."
" Do you at least know what they do and why no one else knows of them?"
Mason smi led again, cheerfully. "That, I can tell you. The first golden door opens the power of healing. It's called Ianua Vita, The Door of Life. It is what you have most desired since learning you had magic, is it not?"
Mich ael nodded and bowed his head. "Too little, too late."
" For your wife, yes, but not for others. The gift of healing, Michael, think of it; rejoice in it. Of all our powers, it is the greatest gift we have; the ability to save the lives of others. No longer is your power just a weapon, it is now a tool against all weapons."
" What of the other two?" Michael asked, feeling a little of Mason’s excitement insinuate itself into him.
" The second golden door opens the power to influence nature. It's the same power the druids command on a much greater scale. It is called Ianua Vir, The Door of Man."
" So now I'm a druid as well?"
" No. You are a Myrkron." Mason reached down and plucked up a pebble the size of a robin’s egg. He held it out for Michael to see. "You are to a druid what those mountains are to this rock."
" And the third, what does it unlock?" Michael asked staring at the pebble.
" The third has a name as well, one you must discover for yourself before you can open it. I do not know how you can do this. I only know it must be done. It unlocks the power to influence magic itself."
" How am I supposed to discover the name of something I know nothing about, that apparently nobody knows anything about?"
" You do know about it. I just told you what it unlocks. That is all you will need in order to figure it out. That is the main reason I have waited so long for you. Without that single piece of knowledge, you would never be able to open that door."
" A long time to wait for such a vague piece of information," Michael said frustrated.
" Aye, but it was of monumental importance that what little information there is be passed on, else future Myrkrons would never succeed in opening it."
Michael looked to the sky again, feeling as if the vastness of the universe were settling on him. He sighed . "So, what exactly is a Myrkron?"
Mason bounced the pebble in his hand a few times the n tossed it out into the lake. "A question not easily answered, but I will do my best."
Mason waved a hand in the air and Michael saw a small wooden house appear further up the hill off to his left.
" Come, this will take some time to explain and my old bones could use a soft chair and a warm fire." Mason turned and gestured for Michael to follow.
Chapter Eight
Micah sat in a chair in front of Merric’s desk, leaning back, legs stretched out straight and crossed at the ankles. His polished black boots reflected points of light from the candles in the wall sconces. Micah had his elbows resting on the arms of the chair and his fingers laced together over the buckle on the wide leather belt he wore. Relaxed though he looked, his eyes were focused unblinkingly on Merric, seated behind the desk. Merric sat slumped forward, leaning on
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