The image shimmered and changed to a young male a bit taller and stouter build than Xenn. The green robe expanded to accommodate his added height and weight. He was reddish and greenish at the same time and had pointed ears and vaguely Drelvish features. Little red sparks flickered from his eyes. The visitor spoke, “I ponder my mother’s interest in you, wimp. I grew tired of mimicking you. My name is Jar Dee Ans. I prefer Dee. You may call me Fire Master, Rat Master, or simply Master. I’m here at another’s behest to grant you gifts, though I don’t understand why. Words and phrases will appear in your mind. When you awaken, you will understand them. You’ll also find ample supply of the yellow granules you’ll need to foment the power of fire. I’ll leave you to your nap, Mama’s boy. Grow up! Maybe you’ll save someone dear to you one day. Personally, I doubt it. You are a t**d to my eyes.”
Blueness surrounded the young male and he faded from sight. Xenn returned to restless sleep. When Xenn awakened he found a small chest filled with sulfur granules. He removed a few granules and the chest refilled. Twenty-one phrases milled around like ripples in the tissues of the Spellweaver’s mind and then organized in orderly fashion. The phrases represented an incantation of a spell. His thoughts became clear. Words appeared in the young Spellweaver’s mind:
“I give you my blood through which you will receive all you seek. You in turn give to me your all.”
Inexplicable surges of strength raced through Xenn.
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