Golden Era

  Chapter 9 -Numbers and Spells

  The floor disappeared beneath him, falling away and having him panic for a foothold, he had begun to feel for the wave of apce when he felt his feet fall flat. The nothing beneath him bearing his weight. The walls fell away next, simply vanishing, strangely enough the ceiling stayed but grew far away and distant.

  He stood there blankly for a second trying to wrap his head around it........... then stopped.

  Well he thought. These things happen I suppose.

  He looked over toward his mother. She sat cross-legged on a pillow of purple. Her eyes closed, haze drifting from her body in waves of gold. It formed not like drifting smoke he knew, but like a billow of steam, a wildfire that started and roared into life.

  Soon it stopped. The large amount retreating and solidifying by the second. What was left was lines.

  They fell under each other. Atop each other. Zigzagged between each other. Crisscrossed each other. Overlapped each other. Cut off each other. In every which way with no seeming pattern, and yet finishing in the shape of a cube.

  Beast knew it upon sight. He had relived it constantly for six months on hand. He knew it. And yet.

  "Strange to see, right ? "

  He looked over at his mother. Who was standing now, looking below.

  "To really know Magyk, This is the path." she stopped and observed her son. Her demeanor became observant and serious

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  "What do you think Beast. You want to learn Mom's Magyk?"

  "No thanks. "

  His mother paused.

  "I don't like it." The boy responded throwing his head back.

  Beast looked at the strange shape beneath him.

  "Nope. Don't like it. "

  "What about dad's Magyk. That red thing that shot up to the sky was pretty cool. " Beast turned and looked around.

  "Can you make a beam appear down there. " He pointed at the world below and turned to his mother tilting his head.

  Anna for the most part took it in stride. Her Magyk could be complicated and he was his fathers son.

  She sighed. The floor came back and the wall reappeared like a phantom, the ceiling floated back down and the Magyk was no more.

  "Well you have a good starting point. " She looked up thoughtfully.

  "Every once in a while I will have you solve a couple more spells. "

  Beast face sunk.

  "Their called spells huh."

  His mother laughed. " Be sure to practice the one you have. It will come in handy later.

  Beast didn't have to ask what she meant. The lines albeit a little differently had been living rent free somewhere in a corner of his mind ever since the incident.

  100 paths laying atop each other. He remembered the way they went how they curved, where to turn to get to the next, everything.

  It was so ingrained in his mind he figured he'd never half to practice it again, but nodded nonetheless.

  His mother turned and walked back to her desk floated off the ground and began throwing books here and there , before stopping and looking back at him.

  "Go along then. Go play with the sword Beast. "

  Beast scurried away with a quickness.