Part Three: Logos
After breakfast Aidan hastily walker upstairs eager to see his manual. It simply lay there, on his unkempt bed, seemingly inviting Aidan to sit down and read, for not only the knowledge he would gain, but simply for the sheer joy of reading. Visiting far off lands, vastly different universes, and alien civilizations, all part of the reason why Aidan did like to read. The difference now was that it did not have to lay in his imagination; instead, it could be a reality. He was a wizard, after all.
He quickly made his bed and then began to read hungrily. Only 10:00 now, I'll visit this Tom and Carl later, I suppose. He thought, settling into his bed, getting comfortable around the pillows, and opening the book to where he had last left off. It seemed a bit different now than it had before, but maybe that was just his imagination playing tricks on him.
He turned the page, and gasped in shock. Instantaneously, parts of the book presented itself in what looked like a graceful form of Arabic scrawl, yet it was absolutely different, absolutely non-human. No human… anything could look this pure and beautiful. Aidan began to read the beginning of the page, which was still in English.
"The Speech is used among wizards throughout all the Universe(s), and can be understood by all Creation, both animate and inanimate. Spells, sorceries and the like are all used by the Speech, which is the language the Universe is written in. Reality itself is coded by the Speech. Wizards are able to use this speech to alter the Universe, for the good of life, and it can be transliterated into a function of writing, as seen on the next page. Wizardry is absolutely about defining, and redefining, the living Universe. This is accomplished through use of the Speech…"
As Aidan read on, he soon discovered to his shock and amazement that magic was not saying random words, often derived from Latin, and watching in wonder as something comes from nothing. Magic was more like a scientific formula. A science, period. It worked with, and above, the Physical Laws, for the most part. Wow…was all Aidan thought as he continued devouring the text, which became more and more interesting as he read on.
From down the hall came the padded footsteps of his dog, a cocker spaniel named Biscuit, accompanied by the sound of his clanging, dangling collar. Aidain looked down at his book where the section titled Greetings was located. He quickly scanned it, and found the term for 'hello.' The small dog paced into Aidan's room nonchalantly. "Dai stiho!" Aidan said, somewhat nervously, unsure of if he had said it correctly. Yet, the words rolled off his tongue, feeling almost more natural than English ever had.
The small, white-and-brown-spotted dog stopped and looked up at Aidan, his head turned sideways with interest and shock. "You can understand me?" asked the Dog, happily. Though it spoke the Speech, and Aidan did not know it, he could still understand it now. It seemed as though he had known the language all along, just not known how to access the information.
It was Aidan's turn to be shocked, having heard the dog's response. Aidan nodded in as an answer, not sure how to say 'yes' yet in the Speech. Instantly, Biscuit ran up to his bed and began barking wildly, bouncing up and down on the floor, yelling "foodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfood!" in loud, excited barks. Aidan laughed and stood, "alright, come on!" he said in English, pointing to the door. The dog ran out crazily, barking down the hall and running down the stairs to the kitchen.
This… is amazing! No! More than amazing! Fantastic! Aidan got up and walked downstairs, carrying the manual in one hand while pouring his "starved" dog some food. He watched humorously as Biscuit began to eat the food as though he had never had food before, or never had something so delicious, in his life.
Aidan looked at the clock, 11:00 AM. "Mom! I'm going for a walk, I'll be back in a bit!" Aidan yelled, putting his shoes on and waiting for his mother's response. "All right honey! Be back in a bit, if your father and I aren't home, we went to run some errands!" Aidan smiled to himself, "well, whatever keeps them occupied…"
He opened his manual to the back paged to find the address for Tom and Carl, on the last page, Aidan saw something that made him drop his manual in shock.
"Sewein, Aidan D.
2245 Allabaster Road, 13574, Manhattan, NY.
518.265.7798 (RT -/-)
Status: Active – Ordeal. No calls."
Whoa. Ha! I am a wizard! Yeah! He stepped into the bright sunlight of the cool summer morning, smiling as a nice breeze brushed past his face. He knew exactly where Tom and Carl lived, after double checking their address. Rumors flew between the kids at the school that the people living there were insane, crazy and evil wizards. Now Aidan laughed that he would have taken part in something like that, as he walked through the shade of trees on the somewhat busy road and sidewalk.
As he walked, everything seemed a little different in some way. More real. Everything, from the trees to the concrete he stood on, seemed to exude a hum. A hum of life, as though he were now more aware of their existence. The trees rustled purposefully in the slight breeze, and every now and again he caught the whispered words of conversations between the trees. He smiled to himself, realizing just how different his life would be from now on.
The house soon came into view, and quickly he walked up its dark stone driveway. Near the edge of the yard, somewhat hidden from his view by a hedge, three kids stood closely together. Aidan looked away, slightly embarrassed to be found walking to an unfamiliar house with kids he did not know. He looked away, slowing his pace down to appear more casual. They looked familiar, but Aidan had no idea, in actuality, who they were.
POP!
Aidan looked up, startled, and saw to his shock that no one stood there anymore. He shook his head, and approached the doorway, nervously knocking on the brown door.
