LRAB Chapter 111 Aqua Vis
Chapter 111 Aqua Vis
Ethan silently began to clean up, his hands moving mechanically while his mind swirled with questions. What kind of magic was that? How did she make the symbols glow? And what were those talismans for?
He glanced at them, the faint light still pulsing from their symbols, almost as if they were alive. A shiver ran down his spine. Miss Agnes wasn't just an old hag with a temper.
She was a master of a craft Ethan didn't even know existed. He'd heard of sorcerers and magicians, but this... this was on another level. For the first time after coming to this world, Ethan felt like a small child. He wanted to learn everything.
He swept the leftover ink and paper bits into a pile, careful not to disturb the talismans. The old woman watched him, her sharp eyes following his every move. It made his skin crawl. "Don't go getting any ideas, boy," she snapped, her voice weary but still sharp.
"This isn't child's play. One wrong symbol, and you'll end up as a stain on that floor." She flicked her cane at the intricate patterns now faded on the ground. Ethan swallowed hard, his eyes widening.
A stain? Was she serious? He looked at the talismans again, a mixture of fear and fascination bubbling inside him.
But that only made him want to learn more. If these symbols could do something so dangerous, they could also do something incredible. Maybe even powerful enough to change his life. He set his jaw, determination flaring in his chest.
He would learn this magic, one way or another. If she could do it, so could he. He looked over at the old hag, who was now resting on a chair, eyes closed, her breathing heavy. She looked older, more fragile somehow.
"Stop daydreaming and take out the cauldron. The glass bottles need to be washed. Fill the cauldron with water and start preparing the next batch of fresh ink." The grating voice sounded again, the old hag still resting with her eyes closed.
Ethan gave an approving nod at how she could see him even with her eyes closed. He walked over to retrieve the cauldron. It was heavier than he expected, its dark metal surface cool and smooth under his fingers.
She rolled her eyes, muttering something about "hopeless apprentices" before straightening her back, her fingers flicking gracefully through the air. Her voice dropped low.
"Aqua Vis! Fluere ad voluntatem!" Explore stories on My Virtual Library Empire
The words danced off her tongue, smooth and fluid. As she spoke, her fingers traced a spiraling pattern in the air, and the temperature around them seemed to drop just slightly, the air thickening with moisture.
A faint, bluish glow shimmered around her hand before water began to flow, swirling gracefully into the cauldron.
The old hag turned her head, giving him a side-eye. "Close your mouth before a fly gets in, boy. This is basic magic. Even children can do it," she sneered, but her lips twitched, almost like she was holding back a smile.
Ethan shut his mouth and nodded in a daze.
The old woman smirked. "It's an incantation from the ancient tongue. It means, 'Water's Power, Flow at my Will.'" She tilted her head, scrutinizing him. "Words have power, boy. If you don't respect them, they'll devour you."
She turned on her heel, her cane tapping against the floor as she walked away. "Now stop gawking and start preparing the ink. We don't have all day."
Ethan swallowed, his gaze drifting back to the cauldron, where the water still swirled gently.
"Aqua Vis... Fluere ad voluntatem..." he whispered again, a shiver of excitement running through him. He just learned his second magic skill!@@@@