Tarous, стр. 6
Despite my meditating and absorption of death qi, the energy inside of me had become more unstable. I had studied vibration of magic in my spare time, but it didn’t seem to help. I had only one idea left. I needed to purify the magic within me. The power I was born with was powerful fire elemental energy, which was burning me alive from the inside out.
The energy inside me was a fierce and powerful fire. It was more than that, it was alive. It grew and ate just like any living being, though its food of choice was my insides. The best type of balance to that kind of flame would be a frigid ice energy with a hint of death qi in it to counteract the elemental fire energy and the smidgen of life energy that it also contained. So far I had been unable to find energy that was an exact opposite of my fire. The best I could find was a method to harvest death qi that had the coldness of the grave mixed in with it.
If I wanted to stabilize my power I would need to create a perfect balance. Because my power was so great, if the power wasn’t in perfect balance it would eventually spin out of control, destroying me in the process. Even though the balance wasn’t perfect, without all the death qi I had absorbed I would already be dead. Even with it I only managed to add a few years to my life. I was just happy for every extra second of life I could obtain.
I told the reaper of my thoughts and it seemed to pause in thought. Then it did something it had never done before. The grim reaper leaned forward, a skeleton hand emerged from the sleeves of its robes and it gently touched me on my forehead with a single finger. Never before had we been able to touch. The reaper had always been incorporeal like a ghost.
I trusted the reaper, but I had heard stories that the grim reaper could kill with a touch. I held my breath, but nothing happened. As death removed its finger from my forehead it felt as though a tiny black scythe was being marked onto my forehead. It was not painful, but it was an oddly specific and unusual sensation. Within moments the scythe disappeared and soon after that so did the grim reaper. I sat there having no idea what had just happened or how much my life was going to change.
Chapter 4
That night I started to feel strange. I didn’t finish the rest of my homework. I also skipped the next day of class since I wasn’t feeling very well. My body felt cold and clammy and I was very tired. I checked my own pulse, it felt weak. I wondered if the power inside of me was finally going to claim my life.
When Bob woke up and found me sick, he swore he would force himself to remain in class despite his fears so he could take notes for me. He seemed to think I had a virus. Even if he didn’t manage to stay the entire class period I would still be grateful for the care he showed.
I could feel that something was wrong with my body. It was being destroyed from the inside. Waves of pain washed through me. The swirling vortex of power inside of me became unbalanced. It was like an old fashion spinning top toy that was slowly losing momentum, the vortex inside of me was wobbling erratically and soon it would stop all together. It occurred to me that I had spent most of my life waiting to die, and it was almost a relief to finally be dying. It was only a matter of time.
The energy was burning me alive. All of my flesh was being burned from the inside out and slowly turning black like charcoal. A normal person would have died already, but unfortunately the life energy that was in my power kept me alive, prolonging the inevitable, and the pain.
The vortex was slowing down, it was about to collapse. I held my breath just as it collapsed, and the pain from the collapse was beyond what I could have ever imagined. I thought I knew the limits of pain, but today I kept being proven wrong. I must have passed out from the pain at some point, because I woke back up and I was covered in sweat. My throat hurt from the inside of my body being burned.
I tried not to move even an inch because every bit of my body hurt. I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. It was so painful to breathe and waiting to die was a terrible thing. My power was too much for my body. I had been born to die. My life was so unfair, but when was life ever fair. I had friends and a wonderful family, that was more than most people could hope for. I shouldn’t be sad, I should be happy. The pain I was in made it difficult for me to be happy at this moment.
I thought back over my life and realized how little I had lived. I had spent most of my time studying to live and very little time actually living. I debated if I had wasted the few years I had or if I had done the right thing by studying and extending my life. No, I had