Mikael Leviasi ia Saiph
Location: Unknown
It was always the goal to reach this point, after all, none of it mattered once he had that power.
Or perhaps it only mattered until he had that power.
Mikael awkwardly grasped at the air with his hands, a phantom gesture to something that no longer appeared real to him anymore. His eyes remained wide, his focus broadened even as he sat alone in his darkened room. Mikael’s effort to force the magic back within the very pages of the runes was futile, and the frustration alone should have refocused Mikael out of his stupor but it had only left him in annoyance. His hands curled into a fist, but with no strength his arms slumped down to his sides.
W-where? How did I get here?
Mikael saw the white stone of his family’s castle around him, the smooth surface that showed no imperfection as it reflected the glistening mage fire that aligned the walls. It only reveals imperfection.
Mikael stood confused as he registered that he was walking down a hallway, I was always walking down a hallway. Certainty returned to Mikael as he walked down the hallway, his eyes glancing across each stone, attempting to admire the perfection of the wall with how intently he was staring? No, he wanted to find an imperfection. Needed to.
I need to get back to my work. I need to get back to. . . where?
It was strange, almost confusing for Mikael for the moment, because he was so sure he was dreaming. That he was. . . was. . . I was walking I know. . . in his room, sitting cross legged. I was meditating. I know, I was always meditating. Mikael breathed in, his attempt to refocus his mind, with his hands woven together his magic moved through his body.
Light sparked across his body, first it appeared to shimmer all along his skin but soon the sparks turned into a torrent of white and Mikael looked around to see. . .
“Mika, stop with that air-head look.†A voice chastised him as he turned to see his brother raising an eyebrow. His sister also stood next to them, suppressing a giggle as the two left Mikael for a chance at the dessert table.
All eyes of the ball-room looked at Mikael suddenly, and something wasn’t exactly right. Rather, nothing was right. Mikael stepped forward and-and. . .and. . .
The hallway continued to appear the same, but Mikael looked at the stones and found them cracked, the pure white stone fragments laid as rubble on the ground. Laughter, angered cries, tears of sorrow and teeth gnashing filled the hallway with such noise Mikael pressed his hands against his ears.
But the sound never dulled and the broken reflective stones laid scattered around him, but Mikael didn’t feel pain, in fact he wasn’t sure why he was holding his hands against his ears. He breathed slowly in and with a single fluid movement he dropped his arms and opened his eyes.
Mikael found himself back inside his room, the darkness around him didn’t bother him, the cold nor the crazed noise locked inside his head. Nothing bothered him, nothing mattered, and with that single thought, that single realization. . .
Mikael grinned from ear to ear, the ruined book laid in tatters over all his room.