Earth's Greatest Magus

Gusts of wind blew into their faces as the two flew at high speed across the Mediterranean Sea toward the coast. The wind carried the salty scent of the sea, mingling with the exhilaration coursing through Klea’s veins. She held tightly onto the majestic thunderbird, feeling its powerful wings beating beneath her.

Beneath them, the vast expanse of the Aegean Sea stretched out, shimmering in the sunlight. The crystal-clear waters glistened, revealing the marine life teeming below. Klea’s eyes sparkled with wonder as she observed schools of colorful fish darting through the waves.

Riding on the back of the thunderbird, Damo was awestruck by the breathtaking view of the Greek town and temples below. He had never seen anything like it in his life, having spent all his years confined to the sacred grounds of the Gaya temple.

“You’ve never seen Greece before, Damo?” Klea shouted above the wind, her voice filled with a mixture of excitement and curiosity.

Damo calmly shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. It was evident that the young monk had never ventured beyond the temple walls, his world limited to the teachings and rituals of his order. The outside world was a mystery to him, one that he longed to explore.

As they soared through the sky, Klea couldn’t help but be intrigued by Damo’s newfound fascination with the world beyond the temple. She admired his sense of wonder and saw an opportunity to introduce him to the wonders and mysteries that awaited beyond their current path.

What surprised her, even more, was when they landed on a hill overlooking one of the Greek goddess temples, Damo took out an ink and began to sketch the landscapes around him. The young monk’s hands moved with skill and precision, capturing the essence of the temple and the surrounding nature.

Not only was he talented in the magical arts, but it seemed that the young monk possessed a gift for literature. His sketches conveyed the beauty and serenity of the place, each stroke of the pen bringing the scene to life.

Seeing this unexpected development, Klea decided to make a slight detour from their original plans.

“Alright, let’s take the long way around,” Klea said with a mischievous grin. She decided to fly across Greece, then Rome, and finally make their way along the coast until they reached Britannia Island.

Throughout the journey, she shared her knowledge of the world with Damo, regaling him with stories of ancient civilizations, mythical creatures, and legendary heroes. The young monk listened with rapt attention, his thirst for knowledge growing with each passing moment.

Most importantly Klea told the stories of its people, the culture and history all that were written in the text store in Alexandria library. if only it wasn’t destroyed, Damo would most likely visit the place.

The entire trip took five days, and during that time, Klea and Damo formed a deep bond. They laughed and opened up to each other in ways they never had before. 

Finally, the day arrived when they reached their destination—the fey forest. As they descended from the sky, the villagers below looked up in awe, recognizing the shining thunderbird and the figure astride it.

“Sister Klea!” cried Glita, the youngest among the fey sisters. She rushed forward and enveloped Klea in a warm embrace. It had been three long years since they had last seen each other.

After exchanging greetings with the fey villagers, Klea introduced Damo to the community. The sight of a balded young man dressed in the robes of a monk intrigued and amused the villagers. They had never encountered anyone quite like him before. The fey villagers welcomed him with open arms, eager to learn more about his unique background and the wisdom he carried.

However, Klea had a specific purpose in mind for coming to the fey forest.

“I would like to visit the Shrine,” she announced, her voice filled with determination. “There is something I need to ask Gaia.”

The seriousness in Klea’s tone caught the attention of Tyra, the eldest fey sister and the new priestess of Gaia. She stepped forward, her regal presence commanding respect.

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“Welcome, Klea,” Tyra greeted her. “What has brought you here?”

Klea’s gaze met Tyra’s, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and apprehension.

“Sister Tyra, I have brought someone who I believe can communicate with Gaia,” she explained, gesturing toward Damo.

Tyra’s eyebrows furrowed in surprise. The fey had long been accustomed to the silence of Gaia, unable to hear her voice or receive her guidance. The idea of Damo, a young monk, being able to establish a connection with the spirit tree intrigued her.

Normally, Tyra would not allow a stranger to approach the sacred Gaia tree. However, given Klea’s reputation and the fact that Arturo, the bear guardian, remained silent, she decided to grant the young monk permission.

Klea stood by silently, watching as Damo sat down in meditation next to the Gaia tree. He closed his eyes and focused his energy, trying to establish a connection with the ancient spirit residing within the tree. Hours passed, but there was no response.

Growing concerned, Tyra approached Klea and inquired about her intentions.

“Actually, on my journey to the east, I discovered the presence of a third spirit tree,” Klea revealed, her expression turning somber. “But something felt different. It was as if the spirit within was raging.”

Tyra’s eyes widened, and a sense of unease washed over her. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Klea took a deep breath, recalling the vision of destruction she had seen, the warning from Gaia herself. She had come to the fey forest seeking answers, hoping that Damo’s connection to the holy tree could shed some light on the situation.

“I sensed impending doom, a calamity that could threaten the world,” Klea explained. “I hoped that Damo could establish a stronger connection with Gaia and help us understand her message.”

Half a day had passed since Damo began his meditation, yet there was still no progress. Tyra approached Klea, her skepticism evident in her voice.

“Communication with the spirits is never an easy task,” she said, her tone tinged with doubt. “Messages can be misinterpreted, and the intentions of Gaia are often shrouded in mystery.”

Klea nodded, understanding Tyra’s perspective. The fey sister lacked the knowledge that Klea possessed, knowledge of the impending tribulation that Earth would face in the coming decades revealed by the Nephilim and confirm by the Magus Alliance. Klea know that Gaia was somehow involved in the events to come.

“Please, Sister Tyra, allow him to try a few more days,” Klea pleaded. “This is important to us.”

Moved by Klea’s sincerity and determination, Tyra acquiesced, granting Damo more time to establish a connection with the spirit of Gaia.

Knowing it will take more time she decided to leave the shrine for the time being.

Klea had been trying hard to suppress her thoughts and emotions about ‘him’, but now that she had a moment to spare, Klea couldn’t resist the pull that led her toward a certain special place—the stone formation that held memories of a love lost.

“I have returned,” Klea whispered softly, her words carried by the wind. She stood within the ancient stone circle, her eyes filled with both longing and sadness.

As there was no response, she let it out a huge sigh. It was an expected result, still one that difficult to accept

Hours later, as she stood there, lost in her thoughts and memories, the sound of approaching footsteps broke the silence. She turned, her eyes widening as a group of Britannia knights emerged.

They recognized her immediately and approached her with respect. From them Klea know all the events happening the last three years she has gone.

Listening intently, Klea learned that a small Britannia outpost had been established a mile away to make note on any figure to appear on the site. Apparently there were no sightings of Emery and Morgana however a month ago, a strange man did come.

A man muscly man that exude powerful strength from only a gaze. “He despises Rome and wields a massive spear.” the knight explain.

Klea’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of such a figure, 

“Thrax… He’s back?”

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