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Chapter 10
Rich
When I got up for the day I rolled over and noticed I wasn't I bed alone. I remembered what happened between Scott and I and then remembered what Scott said about Matt having feelings for me. That woke me up, I immediately went down stairs and found Matt sitting in the living room. It looked like he was reading a book but I knew him better than that.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked him.
"How we plan on fighting these assholes when we don't even know what's going on with your magic. I mean I thought that Solomon's Line couldn't have familiars. Shifters are beings created from the excess Chaos in the world and your magic is purely Order."
I frowned at his inaccurate explanation of how magic worked. Clearly I still had a lot to teach him.
"Magic is never pure in any shape or fashion. The Magicks we use are what are based in Order or Chaos. But even then they aren't purely anything. Magic always has some of the opposing element it. Those of us in Solomon's Line however don't use Chaos." I explained "in other words we filter it from our spells. But for some reason I'm different. I can use Necromancy, chaotic spells that almost no one has used for a millenia!"
"So you can use the Chaos in the world to protect people," Matt asked aghast. "Why didn't you tell us about this during the war? We wouldn't have lost those kids if you would've used the spells! You wouldn't have had to risk-"
"Because I didn't know," I interrupted. Remembering exactly which battle he was talking about.
We were in a field walking back from the latest mission. There were kids with us they were teenagers and they thought they had what it took to do the spells for fighting. I took them on their first mission and all went according to the plan, until we ran into a bunch of Hunters. While I was fighting a few on my own I heard gunshots, and turned to find that 2 of the kids had been shot. I finished off the rest of the hunters with a huge spell and ran to the kids. When I checked their pulses one was dead and the other was barely alive. Solomon's line can't perform healing magic and the only person in our group who could was in my arms dying. When we buried him his parents said that it was his decision to go with us and didn't blame me or anyone else. We all still blamed ourselves for what happened that day.
"I didn't know that I could use it until I did it by accident One day. I found an old grimoire that belonged to my 1000-years-great grandmother. I came across a spell that seemed powerful and I'm not sure how but I memorized it. Back in college when we were all drunk and walking home from that party at Mickey's when you got into the fight with the guy harassing Toby. Well when you were knocked backwards away from him it was me. Somehow I invoked the Fomorians. A race of people who served Cichol. They were a destructive group who killed for me. I didn't even know there was a way to invoke them until that night when I reread the spell in the grimoire"" I tried explaining.
"I've never heard of them! They can't be Egyptian that makes no sense I've read all the mythos-"
"Are you gonna let me finish, or do I have to keep interrupting you?" I was getting frustrated with my lack of knowledge, and I was taking it out on Matt. "Look on sorry for that I shouldn't have taken out my frustrations on you. But this is important. The Fomorians were a part of the Celtic mythos. There is a lot more to this world that we don't know about! Egyptian, Greek and Roman, Celtic, don't be surprised when Norse myths start mixing in," I told him.
He looked thoughtful for a second before he said, "well I can go Berserk," he said. We both laughed for a few minutes, something we desperately needed. After that we sat in silence for a while.
I got up to go upstairs to my room. I grabbed the Grimoire and took it downstairs with me. I sat on the couch and opened the book.
"That thing smells old as hell. Is that the Grimoire you found," Matt exclaimed
"Yeah, its 10000 years old, so I hope it smells old as hell." I started flipping through the pages one by one, until I found what I was looking for.
"Where did you say you found it again? It has a faint odor to it." Matt wasn't looking at but at the book.
I stopped reading for a second and thought about it. "I was going through boxed in the attic of that old house my parents and I used to live in. I don't remember why, I just felt like I should be doing it. I found this book and opened it and felt a presence around me," I said. I remembered everything that happened around this book with crystalline clarity. "So I took the book to my parents and asked them about it but all they could read was the name on the cover. When they tried to read the spells they got confused, and said it was in a language they couldn't understand. We took it to people who practice magic and even a few linguistic anthropologists that my father knew. No one recognized it, but I could read it just fine. When I first tried reading it to my parents they couldn't understand it and their ears started bleeding. We stopped trying and I put the book in my room and didn't touch it again until i came out to them and they kicked me out"
I felt Matt shift closer to me. I looked up and saw him wrinkle his nose. His eyes widened and he slammed the book closed in my lap.
"What was that all about," I asked him. I looked up at him as saw that his eyes were a fluorescent green, Matt had blue eyes that changed to a brownish amber color when he shifted.
I moved away from him, instinct taking over. I got up and started to run but then remembered that shifters were more like the animals they shifted into. Its because of the Chaos inside of them. A wolf would probably chase me. So I stayed where I was and stared the person in front of me down.
"What's going on? Who the hell are you and what did you do with Matt!" I questioned it.
"You don't know me but you hold my grimoire," the thing in front of me said. "With this wolf's sense of smell I can tell that you use magic of Order, the stench of it surrounds us," it licked Matt's lips and looked into my eyes as if it could see down to the depths of my soul.
"You have another scent about you though. You can use my magic. The magic of the dead, Necromancy. You must be the man the Druid told me about. How long has it been since I left this plane?"
"Are you Gertrude," I asked. It had to be that was who this grimoire belonged to, it was the only thing that made sense. But if it wasn't her then who was it and why was her name in it?
"Yes I am Gertrude, I was never given a last name. My parents were killed during the war, and I didn't want to take your grandfather's last name because I had people after me and I didn't want him harmed" she said. "But I need to know how you came into contact with that book. And what spells have you cast from it? There is some very dangerous material in there."
I explained how I was going through the boxes in the attic of the old house my parents lived in and everything that happened afterwards.