Well. That went better than he expected. His life didn't even flash before his eyes! Really, that was a step up. He felt rather accomplished. Akajia was really quite nice, Ignotus decided... And that was when he heard the voices.
The first thought that went through his head was that the shadows were really rather rude... Followed quickly by the realization that they were speaking in a language he didn't know. Except he did now, didn't he?
So I speak Makath now... he thought before starting and asking himself how he knew it was Makath he had learned. The answer was not long in coming. A quick hand down his shirt told it quite clearly. Akajia had not found him wanting... Though he still wasn't sure where he was, or how to get back.
With little else in terms of recourse, he made a beeline for the light. The shadows' taunts did little to faze him. Those days were long behind him. He had made sure of that. He practiced, and studied, and schemed, and connived his way to power. Power enough to survive the first act of war in centuries. And here, in the magical center of Mizahar, he would gather more power. His fault? Pah! Let them think so. It only meant they weren't as smart as him! As visionary as him! They would see in time. They would all see. Not his friend? Not for long. There was little he couldn't do now, and all the foolish little creatures that thought him evil could be easily brought round.
He just had to keep moving now...
The first thought that went through his head was that the shadows were really rather rude... Followed quickly by the realization that they were speaking in a language he didn't know. Except he did now, didn't he?
So I speak Makath now... he thought before starting and asking himself how he knew it was Makath he had learned. The answer was not long in coming. A quick hand down his shirt told it quite clearly. Akajia had not found him wanting... Though he still wasn't sure where he was, or how to get back.
With little else in terms of recourse, he made a beeline for the light. The shadows' taunts did little to faze him. Those days were long behind him. He had made sure of that. He practiced, and studied, and schemed, and connived his way to power. Power enough to survive the first act of war in centuries. And here, in the magical center of Mizahar, he would gather more power. His fault? Pah! Let them think so. It only meant they weren't as smart as him! As visionary as him! They would see in time. They would all see. Not his friend? Not for long. There was little he couldn't do now, and all the foolish little creatures that thought him evil could be easily brought round.
He just had to keep moving now...
