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The trespasser moved down through the tower, crossing levels to reach other stairs and other hallways. No door was shut to him, even those locked and bolted, or sealed by rust and age.
A few words, a touch, a gesture and the fetters flew loose, the rust dissolved into ruddy piles, the hinges restored. In one or two places ancient wards still glowed, potent despite their age. He paused before them for a moment, considering, reflecting, searching his memory for the correct counter-sign.
He spoke the correct word, made the correct motion with his hands, shattered the weak magic that remained, and passed on. As he moved through the tower, the phantoms of the past grew more agitated and more active. Now with a potential audience, it seemed that these pieces of the past wished to play themselves out, if only to be made free of this place.
Any sound they once possessed had long-since eroded away, leaving only their images moving through the halls. The interloper passed an ancient butler in dark livery, the frail old man shuffling slowly down the empty hallway, carrying a silver tray and wearing a set of horse-blinders. The interloper passed through the library, where a green-fleshed young woman stood with her back to him, pouring over an ancient tome.
He passed through a banquet hall, at one end a group of musicians playing soundlessly, dancers twirling in a gavotte. At the other end a great city burned, its flames beating ineffectively against the stone walls and rotting tapestries.
The trespasser moved through the silent flames, but his face grew drawn and tense as he witnessed once more the mighty city of Stormwind burn around him.
In one room three young men sat around a table and told now-unknown lies.
Metal mugs were scattered on the table's surface as well as beneath it. The trespasser stood watching this image for a long time, until a phantom taverness brought another round. Then he shook his head and pressed on.
He reached nearly the ground level, and stepped out on a low balcony that hung precariously to the wall, like a wasps' nest over the main entrance. There, in the wide space before the tower, between the main entrance and a now-collapsed stables across the bailey, stood a single ghostly image, lonely and separated.
It did not move like the others, but rather stood there, waiting, tentative. A piece of the past that had not been released. A piece that was waiting for him. The immobile image was of a young man with a skunk stripe of white running through his dark, untidy head of hair. The straggling fragments of a beard, newly grown, clung to his face.
A battered rucksack lay at the youth's feet, and he held a red-sealed letter with a deathlike grip. This was well and truly no ghost, the trespasser knew, though the owner of this image may yet be dead, fallen in combat beneath a foreign sun.
This was a memory, a shard of the past, trapped like an insect in amber, waiting for its release. Waiting for his arrival. The trespasser sat on the stonework ledge of the balcony and looked out, beyond the bailey, beyond the hillock, and beyond the ringed hills.
There was silence in the moonlight, as the mountains themselves seemed to be holding their breath, waiting for him. The trespasser lifted a hand and intoned a series of chanted words. Softly came the rhymes and rhythms the first time, then louder, and finally louder still, shattering the calm. In the distance wolves picked up his chant and cast it back in howling counterpoint.
And the image of the ghostly youth, its feet seemingly trapped in mud, took a deep breath, hoisted his rucksack of secrets to his shoulder, and slogged his way toward the main entrance of Medivh's Tower.
One Karazhan Khadgar clutched the crimson-sealed letter of introduction and desperately tried to remember his own name. He had ridden for days, accompanying various caravans, and finally making the journey alone to Karazhan through the vast, overgrown, woods of Elwynn. Then the long climb into the heights of the mountains, to this serene, empty, lonely place.
Even the air felt cold and apart. Now, sore and tired, the scruffy-bearded young man stood in the gathering dusk of the courtyard, petrified of what he now must do. Introduce himself to the most powerful mage of Azeroth.
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From the case notes of Dr. Jerbal Argon, Psych Brotherhood Artemis Fowl, once self-proclaimed teenage criminal mastermind , now prefers the term juvenile genius. Apparently he has changed. Note to self: For the past six months Artemis has been undergoing weekly therapy sessions at my clinic in Haven City in an attempt to overcome a severe case of Atlantis Complex, a psychological condition that he developed as a result of meddling in fairy magic.
Serves him right, silly Mud Boy. Remember to submit outrageous bill to Lower Elements Police. Artemis appears to be cured, and in record time too.
Is this likely? Or even possible? Discuss my theory of relativity with Artemis. Could make for a very interesting chapter in my V-book: Foiling Fowl: Outsmarting the Smarty-pants. Publishers love the title- Ka-ching! Order more painkillers for my blasted hip. Issue clean bill of mental health for Artemis.
Final session today. Argon was late. This final session was just as unnecessary as the past half dozen. He was completely cured, for heaven's sake, and had been since week eighteen. His prodigious intellect had accelerated the process, and he should not have to twiddle his thumbs at the behest of a gnome psychiatrist. At first Artemis paced the office, refusing to be calmed by the water wall, with its gently pulsing mood lights; then he sat for a minute in the oxygen booth, which he found calmed him a little too much.
Oxygen booth indeed, he thought, quickly ducking out of the chamber.
Finally the door hissed and slid aside on its track, admitting Dr. Jerbal Argon to his own office. The squat gnome limped directly to his chair. He dropped into the embrace of its padding, slapping the armrest controls until the gel sac under his right hip glowed gently. Nothing helps, honestly.
People think they know pain, but they have no idea. Argon sighed blissfully again as the heated chair pad went to work on his hip. Why didn't you have a puff of oxygen or meditate by the water wall?
Hey-Hey Monks swear by those water walls. What Hey-Hey Monks do after first gong is of little interest to me. Can we proceed with my rehabilitation? Or would you prefer to waste more of my time? Where does it all stem from? Oh, please. My life span is considerably shorter than yours, Doctor. I prefer not to waste valuable time on worthless pseudo-tests.
We may as well read tea leaves or divine the future in turkey entrails. Argon slapped a card down on the table. I memorized them during our sessions.
You don't even shuffle. Of course. What do you see? Also a scared child, and an elf clothed in the skin of a troll. Not really. I see a secure building, perhaps a family home, with four windows. A trustworthy pet, and a pathway leading from the door into the distance.
I think, if you check your manual, you will find that these answers fall inside healthy parameters. The Mud Boy was right, as usual. Perhaps he could blindside Artemis with his new theory. It was not part of the program but might earn him a little respect. I have traveled through time, Doctor. I think I know a little something about relativity. Not that theory; my theory of relativity proposes that all things magical are related and influenced by ancient spells or magical hot spots.
But I think you'll find that your postulation should be called the theory of relatedness. Dozens of your ancestors have tried for the crock of gold, though you are the only one to have succeeded.
I imagine he still dreams of that moment. Something happened on the Fowl Estate once.
Something huge, magically speaking.Whether it was from a softening of the wizard's reportedly hard heart, or mere diplomatic concession, or a feeling of the mage's own creeping mortality, it did not matter to Khadgar's masters. Let's pick up our escort and be on our way then, shall we?
Argon's office in the large chair that had been a gift from the centaur Foaly, technical consultant to the Lower Elements Police. Beneath the lambent moon the peaks of the Redridge Mountains strained for the sky. In perhaps a dozen full moons the Berserkers would be gone utterly, and their last spark of power would flow into the earth.
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