Chapter 4 - New Electus

Mogranius or as he is known now as "Garther" dresses up in those clothes using the woods to have a bit of Privacy instead of getting n.a.k.e.d in front of practical strangers. No one would want to dress in front of strangers, and the two didn't want to see a n.a.k.e.d old man either. The trauma from the Black Wolves is enough.

And since there is no place for Garther to sit on the Wagon, him and Woldemir switch places from time to time while one of them walks on foot, leaving Eric to not tire himself considering he is still a kid but as they were travelling, Garther started asking more questions, this is all to shocking. What should he believe first?

"You claim that the ill.u.s.tratio race invaded us and enslaved us. How did this happen though? Our country(Occidentis Ignis) was always able to withstand invasions because of the large numbers of Powerful Witches and Wizards in these lands. How did we fall?" He asked, puzzling himself trying to put two and two together and puzzling Woldemir who had no idea what Garther is saying. Why is he talking about what happened 200 years ago?

"As far as I've read, this disaster started right after the so called "Electus" passed away. Akareas was her name i suppose. She held this Country together. After her death, invading this place was rather easy, We were always vulnerable after her death."

Garther fell in even deeper shock right now and he shouted "WHAT??!! Akareas died two hundred years ago? Either you are insane or i went insane. Because i'm her mentor. I mentored Akareas." Exclaimed Garther so loudly that it almost made Eric fall off of the Wagon. If Cabbages weren't to be sold, he would hit Garther with one.

Woldemir is getting rather confused right now. Because now Garther is the one who is sounding bizarre. Mental asylums aren't invented yet. But if they were, Garther would be considered one who escaped it based on what he is saying. "Does shooting those hot fireballs drain your noggin? How could you possibly mentor Akareas? She passed away two hundred years ago. I can even find you a history book so you can read it with your own eyes."

After that Woldemir grabs his bag and inside of it were several books. One was titled "Death of the last Electus". he grabs that book and says "Here you go, read for yourself. I don't know how else to convince you at the moment."

Garther opens the book, it seems like the text was copied from a Diary that was written by her second in command. The writings spell out "I am writing this journal with great despair, as last night our Queen. Our beloved Electus, passed away as she was peacefully sleeping on her bed. She died at a stunning age of ninety three. She is no longer with us, but her spirit will always roam this great Castle. The Crutal Kingdom will remember the great Akareas as a fearless Hero. She was a worthy ruler indeed, a fair honest Women without doubt. But more importantly, I treasured her as my close friend. Akareas will be missed."

After reading this rather convincing part of the book, Garther got more and more convinced that Akareas actually did die so long ago. Because even if Woldemir was lying, he wouldn't be able to write a book like that without being noticed or without taking weeks to finish it. Because the book itself was quite long to read through. Garther has only read a very small part. But he is indeed still in great shock and he is rather confused on how this is possible.

"But how?? I literally had contactwith Akareas a few days ago. I left the Kingdom only for a few days, when did all this happen. This doesn't make sense." He grabbed his head, letting out a deep sigh to ease his burden.

"You aren't the only one confused here old man. At first you seemed crazy to me, but I'm actually starting to believe you in a way. However, you might be able to find more answers to your questions once we reach Crutal Kingdom. The place is large but i do know a man there that we can trust. He owns a large collection of books and is selling them as well. But I'm sure he doesn't mind if you just read them without actually buying them."

Gently told Woldemir, trying his best to offer help.

"very well, that idea sounds reasonable enough. And I do have a theory about what happened, how I got here and maybe even how to fix it. But I do have another question."

Exclaimed Garther, suddenly putting burden aside and going towards hope.

"Very well, I'm glad we finally reached an agreement. And yes, ask as many questions as you please." Said Woldemir trying to remain calm as much as he could. I mean this isn't an everyday situation.

"I will. But later! Now I need to think of a more well forged plan."

After 2 hours have passed, Garther looks at Eric and noticed that as time passed, Eric fell asleep due to boredom yet again. As if he didn't see Black Wolves being burned to death a moment ago. A perfect time for Garther to get his questions answered without freaking out a child though.

"I waited for your son to fall asleep. I did not wish to burden him with a huge question mark on his mind furthermore. He is already very confused and i bet he is eager to know how he blasted fire out of his hand. But may i ask, how did he get his powers?"

Woldemir's face turned rather pale when he heard Garther utter those words. He then replied with "I am not ready to talk about that. It is a long story, that ended up with misery. I do not yet know where I will find the strength to explain this to Eric. It is a sensitive topic."

"It is alright. I can understand how this topic is rather hard to speak about. But can you at least tell me more about the mark on Eric's hand? There is a black mark that starts from the surface of his hands and runs down his fingers much like veins. How did he get that mark?"

Woldemir replies with a confused voice

"That mark on his hand, is a birthmark. He had it when he was born."

Garther replies with a shocked voice

"WHAT? It is a birthmark you say? Well that is most interesting. This just gave more light at this dark cloud of questions on my head. This started making more and more sense now."

Exclaimed Garther as he stroked his beard.

"What?? What started making more sense?"

Asked Woldemir in great curiosity and concern.

The relief was quite easy to be heard on Garther's voice as he continually repeated "This makes a lot of sense". But of course he has more to say about this topic.

"That mark on Eric's hand isn't a coincidence. That mark can only appear on one person. Apparently this seems to happen after every two hundred years. Maybe less, maybe more. It isn't certain. But what I do know for sure is that your son...your son is the new Electus!!!"

Exclaimed Garther in great enthusiasm. Understanding that Eric can be the key to bringing him back home.

Woldemir's face turns even more pale at this moment. He is surprised how Eric is blessed with such unbelievable power but yet he is terrified. He feared for Eric's life. In an Entire continent where Magic is banned, where any being who practices magic is either hung, burned to death or beheaded. His son, Eric is born as a Wizard. Not a normal one either. So the risks of Eric getting killed are even larger because of the special attention he would get.

He then utters with a terrified voice "But..But, it can not be!!! How is this even possible? Out of possibly tens of thousands of people here on Ignis, why my son? Oh my god. Those monsters are going to burn my son alive. Much like they did with his moth... oh my god. Are you sure?? Are you sure that he is the one?" Yelled Woldemir, with a tear rolling down his cheek, as he brought up earlier burdens, making him feel weak.

Garther can notice all the burden on Woldemir's voice and his eyes. As he can hear his voice trembling and his eyes tearing up. He replies with a comforting voice "Man, calm down. You should know that your son is steps away from becoming the most powerful human to currently walk the earth.

His powers aren't limitless but it would take decades to reach those limits. He can change the fate of so many people."

"But you don't understand. No matter how powerful he is, he can't go against an entire continent. The ill.u.s.tratio owns this continent. They are in charge, they have the upper power, the upper advantage. We don't have anything. Our powers are nothing compared to theirs, we lost."

"But you know, the only reason we got invaded is because the previous Electus died. Without Akareas, our Country was just like a flightless duck. The ill.u.s.tratio didn't attack Occidentis ignis before only because they feared her power. They feared Electus. They had no chance to possibly go against us. Akareas, held us together. After she died, chaos was short to follow."

"But still, Eric has no experience. He doesn't know what to do or how to do it. He doesn't even know of his powers, if he gets attacked by a ill.u.s.tratio group he has no chance of surviving it."

"That's what practice is for. Heroes aren't made in a day. I personally want to train him. I want to help him unlock his powers. I still don't have the slightest clue on how i got here but it might be to help the next Electus. Maybe I was sent here to help bring balance to this Continent again. Maybe it is my destiny."

Woldemir finds slight relief, but his curiosity is at its peak. He asks

"Alright, i appreciate the thoughtful offer. But where will you train him. If one person runs in to us, the only thing you can do to silence them is to kill them. Even if they do want to stay quiet, they fear the ill.u.s.tratio. One threat and they sing like a bird. My son will be in constant threat."