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Entry #2
Damn, Evan read the book. What's the point of having a diary if it's not a secret? Placed a pretty strong seal spell on it this time round, something the idiot can't break without having the hair singed off his armpits. Not that I know whether he has any at all.
Teleporting the three of us through Kerning to Ellina was overambitious: I'm quite surprised that I'm not dead from exhaustion, just rather tired in front of a bunch of Priests, people my age, freshly minted as Priests. There were a grand total of five, and to be honest I underestimated their patience and obedience, though one chap still wanted to go straight into Shining Ray. Fine, I conceded, and spent the next 5 hours trying to tell them how to do it when really, no one feels anything at all until the warm light rises from your temples. And that's when you've aimed at your face while trying too hard.
There's no feeling in summoning magic. The energy is still there, not like some gossamer threads waiting for you to grab a hold of. The process of shaping magic, however, is totally different. Once you've summoned the energy, forming it into the spell is a tactile thing. Those with sufficient experience can shape it with their minds, which is why I think I'm becoming lazy with my spell shapes.
Evan said he wanted to explore Leafre and the Time Temple. Not quite sure if he's ready for either, but I was somehow forced into promising him that we'd go together. Denica also made me promise that I would master the Hinkel by then, which is next week. A week to master the Hinkel? But she in turn said she would pass me an Arund if I could pass the Ranger test, or at least a concise version of it. Bring it on, lady.
Hines called me out in the middle of the training session, so I made sure they knew the basics. Why am I even being asked to tutor in the first place? I'm a consul, not a tutor. Apparently a pocket of the resistance had just harboured at Ellina and I was needed for, guess what, welcoming festivities! Hada good mind to tell him off, but you don't just tell Hines off in his face. Some things just can't be compromised I guess.
And I'm quite surprised by the fact that they hadn't informed us of an audience with the Grand Council of Victoria. As the bridge between high and Grand councils, the Chief Consul should have had ample time to prepare. It was less of a meeting and more of a hurried passing of information though.
There was this one man who stood out from the rest – he wasn't a battle mage or mechanic and his skin was a little off, but a rather handsome character still. I don't remember seeing him at previous audiences with the Grand Council. He also had a strange weave of energy around him, fingers of black that reminded me of darker things. I asked Hines if he saw it and he confirmed that it was the aura of demons and anger. Not very pretty, very suspicious. But maybe he has something the resistance needs. Something related to the information on Black Wing movement that they mentioned earlier.
What I still don't understand is what the members of the Black Wings would get out of bringing the Black Mage into existence. Perhaps they were promised things like riches or power, but what use is money or authority in a dystopian society, if the Black Mage intends to make it that way? And why does the Black Mage want to drag us down anyways? Somehow it is quite difficult to see someone like him pursue an agenda so blindly.
Funny how it feels like as though I've never considered these things, but I guess writing it down will help me remember.
Oh, I got mistaken for a warrior by the preists later on, only because I had returned to them with the Blue Screamer, a white tank top and jeans. To think that ten years ago I could never imagine myself looking like a warrior.
Let's see what tomorrow brings, shall we?
Ciao.
Ismet
