I closed my eyes and thought of the lightest thing I could.

A golden feather with turquoise linings came into my mind.

I imagined the feather as part of me. I felt my self lifting slightly. I opened me eyes to find that the branch that before was bowing under my weight, was now raised and less strained.

It was working! I shut my eyes again and concentrated further. The feather becoming part of my very essence.

The branch lifted more until it was reaching up to the sky with all the others and I was still somehow perched on top!

I was as light as my feather.

I grinned and carried on climbing up.

Soon enough I was on the highest, thinnest branch.

The tree not yielding in the slightest.

It felt amazing.

If my magick can make me lighter, what else can it do?..

I reluctantly climbed down and wandered back up to the castle. At some point during my daydreaming, Durion must have gone back up. I decided to go back up to my room and grab my knives. I needed to practise my throwing.

I arrived at my room to find a leaf on my bed.

That can't be good.

I went over for a closer look.

Crap.

It was a set of Ash leaves.

I picked them up and turned it over to look at the underside of each leaf.

Nothing was on it, but I could tell that it was a warning.

I decided to go find this mysterious office of Durion's and speak with him about this whole... Situation.

I asked one of the guards on the corridor for directions, he pointed me in the direction of a wall.

I knocked on said wall, in slid open revealing a torch-lit corridor.

I walked along it, it was floored with rock and looked as if it had been carved out of some kind of cliff. I dragged one hand along the wall as I walked along. It was so smooth.

Like on the beach, when the saltwater erodes the rock, essentially sanding it.

I felt my hand switch from the soft stone to hard wood. I looked over to see a mahogany bookshelf, I stopped and looked ahead. There were a small set of steps leading down to a door. The corridor was now lined with bookshelves on either side.

I scanned a few of the book titles as I carried on down. This section seemed to be all about history, of everything. Any topic, you would probably find the history of it here.

I walked down the remaining few metres and came to a stop by the door at the base of the steps. It was a beautiful door with wooden vines weaving around it, creating an arch at the top which came together around a large violet crystal.

I decided to knock.

"Come in." I heard a masculine voice say.

I opened the door and gingerly stepped inside.

I was in a spacious room, with bookshelves adorning every part of the wall. At the back in the middle, in front of one of the many bookshelves, was a desk, matching the design on the door. The legs were decorated like vines creeping up meeting in the middle of the desk, under the small overhang created by the tableside of the desk, with the regal jewel. It, like every other wooden furniture in this study, was made from what looked like polished mahogany.

The ceiling was plain but with the same purple gems in every corner, small vines linking them. This time, however, the vines had small lilac flowers adorning them.

I looked back to the desk to find Durion staring at me.

Staring through me.