Reincarnated into a Snow Griffin-Chapter 65

Time flies even more when you busy yourself, and before I knew it more than 15 years has already passed since I have come to live in this place, and as much as every day is an agony to wake up and think that it is one more day that mother is passing at the paws of that disgusting lion, and yet it does not matter that thinking of such only gives me a sense of guilt and loathing against myself for not being able to be there for her now, for not being able to stop him as much as I cannot stop my own thoughts from wandering off.

But at least that keeps my sense of urgency alive and kicking.

So as much as, for some, it may seem like such a short period of time, being ’only’ one month, for me it has been more than enough already, any time would have, for me every single day added to her situation is more than enough.

Mother... I won’t cry anymore, but I won’t forget either.

To avoid getting suck in in these depressing thoughts however I did not deal with these feelings like a mature wise person should be, but buried it deeper down and avoided it at all costs by focusing on my training even harder, letting no free time for my mind to wander and burring deep down into my studies.

Still something is missing I can tell, but not in regards to my general studies nor to the ever crushing thoughts of mother, but something else even... a worry that is currently making it hard to focus in my meditation as it still bothers that, of all things, the simplest looking one is the one I’m having a harder time dealing with.

That’s right, I that... I still can’t fly!

All of that watching the birds do it helped out a lot, I won’t deny it, I went from being unable to lift my body from the ground to, after a small run, managing to take my paws off the ground and float, but only until the momentum is gone and I go down to the ground again.

It is strange, I still don’t know when to flap my wings to go up, and trying to move them while in the air only results in... well, me hitting the ground head first faster, or spinning in the air without control.

And a thought flashes in my mind, of how I try to rationalize all my moves around the wind while only using my brain, trying to calculate each and every one of my moves, and how mother once said that is all about feeling it and not thinking about it.

But...Feeling it? I didn’t understand it... still don’t, and I dreaded that I never would.

At least I was luckier with my studies, especially when I can my secret mysterious book with me.

Yes, mysterious, for I have come to realize its contents could not be found anywhere else, figure that it would take a small library hidden in the ancient Higher Lands to have such treasure thrown around accumulating dust.

For there are not only different spells and shields, but rare runes, and those are as if a language on their own, holding power in each trace and incantation, and knowing more vocabulary of this language is having more of its hidden power.

And there is one in particular that catches my eye more than the others, one that is regarded as a taboo but that, out of curiosity, I read and actually got really interested in.

And that is... the Blood Runes.

Runes on themselves carry the power of the words and thing they represent in this strange lost ancient language that, on contrary to most, was not made to communicate or convey thoughts, but to enter in synergy if the true nature of that which they represent and, thus, when imbued with energy, act up as close as the real things as possible.

So if you right a rune that means pain at someone’s skin, it will hurt like hell, and the closer the thing is to the real representation of the word pain, the more it will hurt.

Closer to the real thing... I wonder what could that be, knowledge lost with time, some even say it to be the language of the gods or something like that, but only superstitions and guesses remain, especially after being brought by the second Bringers of Magic back in the day, the first, called Goodness nowadays, brought the common knowledge of the cultivators, the elemental energy, meditation and absorption of it, and the second brought the ancient language of the Runes, so one can imagine just how hard is to come by one of these, especially new ones.

If anyone finds out about my book it won’t be a surprise if they go as far as to try and kill me for it, and that’s why I have to keep it hidden inside a trunk of a tree at my secured spot, better than my room for sure since there were meddling idle cultivators who could care less about cultivating and loved some gossip.

And that type could go as far as to invade my room to get a mere glimpse of my mysterious self, much less take such a mysterious book out.

But who would have thought that there would be such a curious being that would go as far as to follow me back into my hidden place, and worst of is that I did not even catch a glimpse of his presence, nor even the smell at that!

Because of that the sneaky... sneaky little devil, yeah, that is a fitting name, that sneaky rascal has watched when, that day after perceiving the amazing content that the book held, I hid inside the trunk as usual, that he found out about its location, but thanks to small blessings that day I stayed put in my human form, too entranced by the contents of the book to train flying at that point, only going out when it was already too dark and late to stay.

That night, without knowing what the future had in store for me nor that what would happen tomorrow would bring a sequence of events that would change things forever, and that the past has even more weight than the heavy one that I already carry, I had a nice rest as I grew hopeful with the prospects that the contents of the book gave me.

For I may not remember or recognize someone... but that’s definitely not the case with them as I stayed very vivid in their minds.