Chapter 4

I didn't feel the ground; the old man must've caught me. Or for all I know is that the old man sent my soul to a travel through the magic realm so I could wake up in Greece. I did that sometimes; when I fell asleep I would go into the realm and get visions. That was a natural power of mine, seeing visions. It ran in the bloodlines of my family. But I was the strongest one to use it. I didn't travel though; those were the skills of the Keepers and gods.

I woke up, a slight feeling of vertigo coming over me. My back hurt, like someone had been punching me. (Which I have felt) I blinked several times, trying to clear the fuzziness out of my eyes. I looked around, all I saw was that I was indoors. There were also tiny specks, of what i made out as people. I heard that they were all mumbling in another language, Greek.

I was somehow able to understand them if i focused. The Keeper must've put a spell on me.

"Look at her!" One exclaimed.

"What is she doing up there?" A man whispered.

"She's so high up!" a little kid said to his mommy.

"That's a great height!" Another woman said.

Height…That's why the people were so small. I was up on some sort of podium. Everyone was staring at me. The people had cameras and little maps. I discovered that they were tourists - I was at another tourist spot, GREAT.

I didn't know which tourist spot I was in, so I looked around. I didn't find anything. I just knew that i was in a Greek building. It was decorated with carved columns. It was filled with intricate designs and carvings of art on the wall. There were no statues.

Statues…I suddenly knew where I was at. I was at a temple. And I was on the podium that the statue was standing on.

I looked up. Above me was a very intimidating, very large, statue of the Greek goddess, Athena. She was huge. She made the whole room look small.

I was in the Parthenon. In Athens, Greece. But the whole building was supposed to be half broken now. Why was it all fixed and remodeled?

A pain shot up my back. I ignored the question I gave myself and fixed my position.

I realized that I was lying on her feet. That's why my back hurt. I stood up, trying to balance myself and try not to fall the ten foot drop to the ground. Ten feet was nothing, I've jumped higher. But I wasn't in jumping condition right now. My back hurt, and I felt kind cranky because the Keeper dropped me here.

He could've at least put me on some other place in Greece. A nice sacred hill perhaps. NOT at the feet of a large goddess statue. And he left me with ANOTHER tourist crowd - not fun.

The crowd will probably go tell the police about a blond, pale-skinned, girl that appeared here randomly. It wasn't a first. It wasn't a first for many events.

One time, I had appeared at the foot of the Statue of Liberty. I was stuck and had to get help from the coast guards. Then another time, I was dropped off on the lap of Abraham Lincoln, in Washington DC. Luckily that time, the tourist spot was closed so there weren't any tourists. I was dropped off by Keepers these both times. I don't know why they have admiration for these historic statues.

I was still standing up, trying to find a way down. Minutes after thinking, trying to rack my brain for useful information, more people came. But they weren't tourists, I recognized them.

They were like the police in our world. They were wearing long brown robes and long red scarves that touched the marble floors. Their hoods were pulled up, covering their faces.

They were Magi. Or as one, a Magus. They were like the Keepers, but instead of guarding treasures, they guard places. They were everywhere, especially at sacred lands. Like here, in Greece.

They were more powerful than us, the enchanters. But they were as powerful as the Keepers. They hated that. They acted like the bosses, like no one was more important than them. Except for the gods. They envied the gods for that title. But in their minds, they believed that they were the most powerful. The gods knew all about this, how they treat people unfairly. And how they are power hungry. But they still made them guardians, like the Keepers.

Thousands of years ago, there was the most powerful Magus, Agnus. He was about to become a god, after all the good deeds he did. And because he was such a good leader. A military leader. But he became too power hungry, like the rest of the Magi, and started a rebellion.

He thought that he was much more powerful than the gods. He thought that he was Leviathan, a being much more powerful than the gods. They were the enemies of the gods, like the Titans in Greek Mythology.

So he started a rebellion, and the other Magi joined him. The Magi lost, as a punishment, the gods cast them into the Abysm. They stayed in that prison and suffered. Once the gods felt that they spent enough of their time there, the gods slew the Magi.

Nobody knew that story. The gods had erased the memories of the Magi who weren't involved in the war. Only the gods that existed back then knew the story.

One of the gods were my ancestor, the story was passed down from family member to family member, generation to generation. If we were to speak of it to anyone else, it said that you will get punished and serve you fate like the Magi that joined Agnus back then. Of course, one of my family members had to speak of it. It was a great story. Of course, my father had of speak of it. Now, he is serving the consequence.

The Magus walked up to the statue. The Magi in the middle of the three took his hood off, the other two followed suit. They exposed their appearances. I have never seen one, but I knew a lot about them.

All of them had beautiful features. I noticed that their faces radiated with power. Power that will make you obey them. No matter what. The Magi in the middle had violet irises. The Magi at the left of the middle Magi also had light orange irises. The Magi at the right looked like the other Magus, but he had crimson irises.

I knew that no one else would've noticed that. That different glow they have. The god didn't notice it either. Only I did, and some other enchanters in the world.

They were all beautiful, like what I had been told. But you had to be very careful of them. They were temperamental. And not that nice.

The middle Magi threw blue light at me.

"Ne pas éluder," he said in perfect French. Do not duck.

I followed his order, I wasn't going to anyway. I knew that this light will get me down from where I was.The light wrapped around me, and slowly and carefully set me a couple of feet from the Magi in the middle, on the ground.

"Mer–" I began, trying to say thank you. The Magi in the middle held up his hand. He was clearly the leader.

"No, no. Que faites-vous ici?" What are you doing here? He asked me.

I sensed a spell in his sentence. He was trying to take the truth out of me. Seriously? I thought. They already had the power radiating from them.

I could refuse the spell, but I saw no point. "Je suis ici pour une quête. Un gardien de l'Egypte m'a envoyé ici. Il m'a dit que j'avais un travail à faire ici." I'm here for a quest. A guardian of Egypt sent me here. He told me that I had a job to do here.

He nodded, "Je dois vous emmener à la tête Mages." I have to take you to the head Magus. He made a sour face at the 'head Magus.'

The Magus in the middle and the other one faced the doors and walked towards it. One Magus, the one with crimson eyes, stayed back and walked up to me and put a hand to my back. The Magus steered me to follow the other Magus. His hand was hard against my back, forcing me to walk.

I got annoyed. "Chaleur," I muttered. Heat. The Magus behind me cussed in Greek.

"Si tu recommences..." If you do that again…he threatened in French.

I hid my smile. "Désolé, juste à pratiquer!" Sorry, just practicing!

He hissed, "Les suivre." Follow them.

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Chapter 5 will be coming soon!

In a couple days or so.

-Kat

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