140 The end of a dream 2 (2/2)

The newly broken stalagmite was then returned to its original owner. The object in question came as a surprise to Atlas, who was forced to raise a wall of Earth to block it.

The collision was deafening causing the wall to shake, but my offence had barely started as I jumped over the wall to engage him with my fist.

Atlas, on the other hand, conjured a solid layer of Earth around him to block my punch. My hand connected with it but it could not pass through the makeshift armour. There was no way any of my attacks could pass through this.

Instead of attacking him directly I took ahold of him and his armour and used all of my strength to lift him up, in return I had been perforated by an earth spike. Bearing the pain I carried the heavy load on my arms to the nearest spike before letting it drop.

I brought it downwards to crash into the pointy stalagmites but Atlas managed to use his magic to flatten them and making my whole strategy fruitless. Of course did he not miss out on sending new ones to me.

Magic was truly unfair to deal with. Gritting my teeth I dodge the next spikes and got ahold of a new stalagmite. Though this time around I did not throw it at him but used it as a weapon trying to penetrate his defences. The result was a violent crash between his magic and my weapon that caused the stalagmite to explode into a fine dust.

This fight was a stalemate through and through as I was unable to penetrate the earth surrounding him. But there was a gap I could take advantage of, in order to see my movements he had left a gap for his eyes.

Maybe it was time for me to use my hair again to exploit this weakness. To do so I decided to coat in in poison before throwing them at the gap after creating another distraction. But that plan was for nought as Laura announced the end of the fight.

Despite failing to kill me, my enemy had a big smile plastered on his face. A battle maniac through and through, I like him. I gave him a thumbs-up before returning to my initial position. I was glad to have encountered him in this fight as I made a fascinating observation.

After the magic had been cast the shaped soil remained in that state it had been formed into. Which meant that once the magic had left their control it could only be influenced by a new wave of magic. The implications of this newly gained knowledge made it easier for me to fight as it limited the possible options magicians had.

They were still countless, but some matters could be disregarded. For instance, I could have jumped on the spikes without any worry in the world. If he wanted to injure me at that position it would require him to attack me directly or to influence it from underneath.

That was my current understanding of the magic he applied, of course, I could not exclude the possibility that it was impossible to shape magic after its been cast. He might as well just lack the capabilities to do so.

While walking back I kicked another spike and grabbed it in midair to use it as a weapon in the next fight. Although it must have looked quite cool from the outside none of them showed any reaction to my display of skill.

Instead, the only thing I felt was a sudden push behind me pressing me forward. This great force came in the form of a tidal wave. By lodging the spike into the ground I managed to prevent myself from getting carried away.

Seems like my next opponent was not interested in wasting any time. My next opponent was a girl, although gender mattered little in a fight of magic. Whether a boy or a girl the spell they cast hurts the same.

Underestimating your opponent due to such a dumb belief is something which has cost many people dearly. Appearance matters little once the other factors are accounted for.

But there are some fights that solely depend on appearances. An ugly memory resurfaced in my mind causing me to remember things I had sworn to forget about. Those battle were the most pitiful.

While I was attacked by the memories I had hidden deep inside of me I did not feel the torrent of water attacking my body. I know that it should normally weigh heavy on me but It just did not feel like that.

Maybe my senses were overwhelmed by my sudden emotional outburst but at least I should feel something, even if it is just a trace. Yet I did not feel a thing. Why did I lose touch with reality?

During my mental struggle, I saw my body sitting there nonchalantly on top of the spike that had been embedded into the ground. Then the realisation hit me, I had this feeling once. When I handed over control to the Tennant in my body.

At first, he was so quiet and now he just wants to take over my body without even saying anything. But two can play this game. I did not pay any attention to my surroundings anymore as I did not have any reason to do so anymore. With him, in control, I can focus on getting my body back.

He might just make a corny joke about her being still too wet behind her ears. Does that proverb even exist in this world? Doubt it, it is too specific to my former world. He might just showboat and overexaggerate his movements to feel the awe of the others. Though that is none of my concern.

There are 2 approaches I could use to gain control of my body, the first one is to give him an offer he can not refuse. A transaction of my precious memories seems suitable for such cases since he exploited a moment of my weakness to accomplish this feat. Otherwise, he would have taken over this body of mine way sooner.

Because I can not imagine that he could learn anything from me about fighting magicians. Nor would it make sense that I am more than his temporary vessel. Without magic, you are really screwed in this world and this body certainly does not have what it takes to accomplish anything when faced with magic.

In a fight against a singular magician it might work out quite well but once I fight several people it becomes impossible. Regeneration can get you only this far, especially if its all over once the brain gets injured.

Should I just be thankful about the incompetence of the players I have faced so far? Nah, I have just played the role I had been chosen for. How much time has it been since I woke up in this world?

1 month? 2 months? 3 months? I have no idea how much time might have passed. All I know is that I am still not used to all of this. I might never truly grow accustomed to it. It all feels so surreal to me. I had never been a person, who believed in any form of afterlife. Especially no afterlife in which I get bombarded by an angry girl with waves of water.

I have given him enough time to consider my offer and since I did not receive any answers it is time for me to get control back of my body the hard way. Normally I would have liked to avoid this way but I am left with no other choice if I do not want to be stuck in this passive state.

If emotional trauma is the cause for loss of control then it also is the salvation. I will just have to force my mind to suffer over and over again until I wake up. Who knows maybe I will be able to come to terms with my past. If I could I would have shaken my head, I am not that naive to think that I could solve my issues simply by relieving them.

Some things in life can not be fixed or mended no matter how hard you try. The past is irreversible. There are so many things I wish I could have done better or different. I do regret the choices I made. But brooding over what might have been or what could have been, is not the path to salvation.

Knowing this is one thing, but the heart is another. As much as I want to point my fingers at others and blame them for everything, I just can not do that and expect to have a clear conscience. I will have to face my hurtful memories despite the wounds they might tear up again.

Fuck me. Deep down I know that I could not avoid this, but simply suppressing it is no solution either. After I am through with this you will have some explaining to do Mr Tennant. So for the time being just focus on not getting torn to pieces by the magicians.

Let us meet again. Father, Mother and my dear Sister.