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The Oliac

Novel By: Holmes
Fantasy



remembered the last time I drew an ‘Oliac’, like it was yesterday, I had just become a full fledged Wizard, after ten tiring years as an apprentice Wizard. Usually we became Wizards at the age of fifteen, but I was just just thirteen. Wizards never stay in their Realm, as soon as they think they’re ready they move to a different Realm, and until they find a Realm that they’re satisfied with they keep on moving. I immediately decided I was ready to travel Realms. I wanted to go to the Realm of Fatonies, but I was too inexperienced, and I made mistakes. Huge ones. And I ended up here. After four years I was ready to travel Realms again. View table of contents...


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Submitted:May 9, 2010    Reads: 235    Comments: 16    Likes: 7   


Chapter 1Daniel

Excitement pulsed through my body. After four whole years, stuck here, in the Realm of Humans, I would return home. My hand trembled as I drew a circle on the floorboards of my room, and drew the 'Tiana', which would protect me from any outside disturbances during the journey . I tried lighting a matchstick, succeeding only in the third attempt, I quickly lit three candles. I blew out the matchstick and threw it over my shoulder. I placed the three candles at equal distances from each other on the circle, and again with a piece of chalk drew lines, connecting them to make a equilateral triangle. I sighed, and picked up a knife from behind me, and closing my eyes tightly cut myself on the shoulder. The pain was stinging but I still got up and collecting my blood on my index finger, I drew another circle inside the one I made of chalk. I tied a piece of cloth tightly around my arm after I finished. Then I sat on my bed admiring my work.

I remembered the last time I drew an 'Oliac', like it was yesterday, when I had just become a full fledged Wizard. After ten tiring years as an apprentice Wizard. Usually we became Wizards at the age of fifteen, but I was just thirteen when I was ready to become a Wizard. Wizards never stay in their Realm, as soon as they think they're ready they move to a different Realm, and until they find a Realm that they're satisfied with they keep on moving. I immediately decided I was ready to travel Realms, maybe my head was swollen, because I was one of the youngest Wizards in the history of my Realm. I wanted to go to the Realm of Fatonies, but I was too inexperienced, and I made mistakes. Huge ones. And I ended up here. Now I was seventeen and I was ready to travel Realms again.

I was certainly not satisfied with this Realm. The people were ignorant and foolish. They thought they were developed because they traveled to their own moon. They weren't even aware of the existence of Realms. They didn't know much about their own Realm. Heck, they didn't know much about their own planet. They had no idea that their 'Bermuda Triangle' was an entry, into different Realms, I would have used it but my limbs would have been torn apart. I couldn't live among such people, for 'a million dollars'.

It was hard to collect all the ingredients for the ritual to travel to another Realm. After four years of traveling from country to country, continent to continent, planet to planet. I managed to collect all the ingredients. I doubted it would be half as hard to collect all the ingredients in any other Realm then it was here.

I had to give it to these humans for one thing, they knew, in their subconscious about the existence of Realms, and people there. That's where the idea of Wizards, Vampires, Werewolves, Unicorns even Medusa came from.

I wiped the sweat of my forehead, and decided to take a quick 'shower' and then leave. But first I'd complete the Oliac. The next step was simple, I picked up a huge bowl and dropped all the ingredients I had collected over the years in it. Substances humans were unaware existed on their planet, and universe.

I picked up a grinder and started mashing them and smiling I sang:

Oliac, Oliac wranten da,
Molan kirta lar oto,
Farseen queedo tanta
Naseen maka sanato.
Which meant something like:
Oliac, Oliac the time has come,
Take me far, far away.
My work here is done,
I order thy to obey.

And then I sprinkled the greenish-blue powder on the Oliac.

I grabbed a towel and walked in to the bathroom.

* * *

I wrapped my black cloak around me and taking a deep breath in I walked into the circle. The candles had been burning for more than half and hour now, and were standing in a pool of hardened wax. Perfect. I glanced at the circle of blood, it was dry at places, but mostly wet, and the circle made of chalk hadn't rubbed off. The inscriptions inside the circle were intact as well. Taking a deep breath in, I said in a sharp, orderly voice, "Allensa" which meant "Now!"

I felt a sinking feeling, as if I was falling down with the Oliac under me. And then sudden pull, as we started accelerating horizontally. I felt a sharp pain in my chest. And my legs grew so weak, I had to crouch down and hold on to the floor board with my hands too.

And then, suddenly, everything went black.

This is my first novel, that I intend to complete. Tell me how you liked it, and if I'm going too fast. Critisism will be apprecitated and well accepted. Please tell me what you think about iy, and/or if you find it slightly/very boring. I'll update you if you want.




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