MAGUS INFINITE

The three of us moved away from the Adepts, but we did not go far from the camp. There was nowhere to go after all, the relay station was eight hours of march that I suspected would only lead to nowhere but conflict, but I could not explain why I knew this.

It was as if a giant trap had been constructed around this entire area, and I was supposed to know this, but somehow, all these memories were lost in the fog that covered my mind, and I did not have the words to explain a thing I only half-remembered.

We went back, sat near the cold cookfire, and talked. I knew it was mostly for my benefit, and I appreciated it.

Bari looked at the sky, and he laughed, "I have never said this before, but I used to be scared of magic. It always seemed so ridiculously powerful, you know. How can we conjure fire from nothing, or fly into the sky... and see here," he pointed at the sky, "The world seems to be frozen, and yet, it is just so... big, this entire thing, its too big that I am not as scared as I should be."

"When something gets too big, we have no choice but to accept it for what it is, and only in the way we accept this lies our true strength," I whispered all of this in one breath, feeling something familiar in what I was saying, and my friends looked at me, and I could see their fear and concern, but how could I explain to them that I was even more concerned, but I was oddly not afraid.

"It has to be the pyramid," Dara said, turning her empty cup in her hands. "Your headaches, the sky. Look at this structure. How can something so massive not have extreme magical significance? You know, there are whispers that these things are the tombs of the gods, but that should be nonsense, right? Anyways, I think Scholar Orath knows more than he is letting on, that is just my intuition, maybe that is why he stayed behind, and I don’t want to miss it."

"Or maybe it is because this is his last expedition?" Bari said, before he brought his voice down to a whisper. "I heard that the man is old, even for an Adept. My grandfather knew him as a child, and even then, Scholar Orath was old."

"He stayed because he wants something," I said, and my voice carried a certainty that surprised me. "This expedition is just the cover for something else. We should be careful, because everything can change in the blink of an eye."

They both looked at me.

"How do you know that?" Dara asked, and I nearly smiled as her voice was careful and not accusing. It was almost as if she were treating me like a bird that would bolt if she approached too suddenly.

They were worried for me, and my heart felt sweet, but I did not know how to explain the source of my unease.

"I don’t," I replied to her. "I just know it." I pressed the heel of my hand into my eye, where the headache lived, a slow, patient throb I had stopped questioning. "There’s a lot I know like that. None of it I can explain."

Bari leaned forward, his face creased with worry. "Then explain the part you can. If we do not understand, then we would go to the Adepts. They would surely understand what is happening to you far more than we ever could."

I opened my mouth to tell him I didn’t know, and that he should not bother trying to call the attention of Scholar Orath when the memory came.

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