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CHAPTER 17 – The Magician’s Secret
“So.” Betilla began. “Why exactly is Rayman the perfect hero?”
“I already told you.” The Magician said as though it was very clear.
“Excuse me, but ’why’ is a question, not a reason!” Betilla argued.
The magician sighed. “There are several qualities a hero has to have. Strength, bravery, compassion. But what separates Rayman from anyone else with these qualities is his inquisitiveness; he asks why.” Betilla opened her mouth to say something, but the magician continued. “A child will only learn what it wants to. There are some things that I have to tell him now, so that he can save the world later. But I can only tell him if he wants to hear it. And he does. If he doesn’t wonder, he’ll never ask, and I’ll never be able to tell him anything. But he does. This, as well as everything else, is what will make him a truly great hero.”
“I see.”
Betilla got up, and began to leave the room. “Wait” the magician called. “There’s something I have to tell you.”
Betilla turned and saw great concern on the magician’s face. “What is it?” she said, sitting back down.
“When we went to get the orbs, we were told specifically just to confirm their existence, but to do nothing else with them. Niken disobeyed, and now the world will suffer for it.”
“I know this.” Betilla said, a little annoyed, and almost got up again before the magician continued.
“He wasn’t the only one.” Betilla’s face changed to one of deep concern at this. The magician went on. “I saw that orb; the orb of thunder. I saw it, and around the sanctuary walls, there were detailed carvings of the power it contained and how it could be used. I was overcome by the possibility of power.”
Betilla was pretty sure she knew where this was going, but let him continue.
“It was five months before I returned, but it had only taken me five days to find the orb. In that time, I had devoted myself to learning how to unlock its secrets, to draw from its power. Even now, I draw from its strength rather than the protoon. But when I held it…I felt like I was invincible. And then it completely overwhelmed me. I decided that I didn’t want anybody else to ever have it, so I used its power to create a mighty thunderstorm…”
“Oh my…” Betilla started. Then, her face turned red, and she slapped the magician in the face. “I thought you were dead!”
Rubbing his cheek where he was hit, the magician explained. “After that, I took the orb to the very depths of the echoing caves in the mountains, and – reluctantly – left it there. I thought that way, I could say it existed there but that it was lost in the storm.”
“That’s…despicable. How could you?”
“Why, you mean? For the exact same reason Dark did. The only difference is, the influence of the orb he found made him do things differently. If
I had found the orb of death, then
I would have been the one who killed all the other magicians.” He then buried his face in his hands and burst into tears.
Betilla almost felt sorry for him, as she knew that he was more disappointed in himself than she was.
The magician got up and wiped his face with the back of his hand. “And that’s not the worst part.” He said miserably. “Now that I’ve felt that power, I have an unimaginable longing for it. You couldn’t possibly understand what it’s like to need something so much, but to not be able to have it.”
Betilla sighed. The magician didn’t know it, but she actually did know what it was like.
“Please, Betilla.” He was practically begging. “Please don’t tell anyone. Especially not Rayman; the council and the teensies punishing me is one thing. But him…”
“I promise.” Betilla knew what he meant. Since they had found him as an orphaned baby, they had found that Rayman was almost like a son to the two of them. “But you need to promise me something too; make sure you never go back to get that orb.”
“But what if we need it?” he protested.
“Ok, fine, if one day it’s absolutely necessary, you can. But until then, you’ll have to put up with your cravings. You probably deserve it.”
The magician hesitated, wanting to protest.
“Jallus!”
The magician jumped in shock; he hadn’t heard anyone refer to him by his real name for so long that he’d almost forgotten it. Obviously, Betilla was very serious about what she’d promised.
“Uh…I promise.” He said reluctantly. He sighed unhappily, but Betilla knew he would keep his word.
“Thank you.” Betilla began to leave the room but stopped at the door. “Oh, by the way,” she said, “you were nothing like Niken.”
End of Chapter
Question 15: let’s see how well you’ve been paying attention to previous chapters. What did the “mighty thunderstorm” do?