5 The Library (2/2)

It wasn't written in English but he could understand every single word written. It seemed to be a side-effect of the summoning spell. It seems that magic here wasn't as simple as throwing random spells at each other. That aside this discovery made him extremely excited and terrified at the same time.

Excited, as it meant the end of all language barriers.

Terrified, as it meant that this world was slowly getting even more difficult to understand.

Magic, by definition is science so advanced that one doesn't understand how it works.

The unknown, after all has been the biggest source of humanity's fears since time immemorial.

He slowly looked at the murals to learn about the history of the realm.

The first one depicted God forming the realm and all the creatures receiving his blessings.

Mermen rose from the sea, Beastmen from animals, Elves from the trees and dwarves from the mountains.

Humans were raised from the earth, but that's when shit hit the fan.

In the second mural, Humans started learning the art of magic and spread it to the other races. God impressed by their ingenuity decided to turn some of the humans into his angels to serve him.

However that seemed to be a huge mistake.

They faithfully served god until some of them got fed up. One angel decided that enough was enough and decided to stab God right through the back, both literal and figuratively. He later came to be known as Diablo the Ist

'Damn, that brings up some memories!'

In the third mural, God seemed to be in his dying throes. The rest of the angels scattered and those who had chosen to follow the traitor were all cursed. They were stripped of their power and became the new race of demonkind. Finally they were banished from the plane just before god breathed his last.

Marcus moved on to the fourth mural, but it seemed to be incomplete. It depicted the demons returning to invade the land time and time again before a human hero would kill the demon king and force them back. Sometimes the hero died with the demon lord, at others he would fail after which the demons would retreat after a war of attrition. The world appeared to be stuck in a vicious cycle.

”Beautiful aren't they” a voice said from beside him.

”What?”

”The murals.”

”Yes Indeed.” he replied. ”but history is full of as many lies as there are truths.”

”Of course, Lies are often the most beautiful things in the world, while truths are what hurt the most.”

”Sorry for interrupting you. My name is Freya. I am the head mage of this nation and your magic instructor.”

Martin turned and found a beautiful woman dressed in - well mage clothes, robe and all standing next to him arm outstretched. She was a typical western beauty with blond curly hair, sparkling blue eyes, cherry lips and- ahem! This might not be the best time to mention it but Martin wasn't the best around girls.

Putting on his most 'Lucas' grin so far, he shook her hand.

”Nice to meet you, Miss Freya. You may call me Martin.”

”Nice to meet you too, Mr. Martin. So I take it you are interested in learning more about our world”

”Yes indeed, but for the time being I would like to know more about how magic works here. Especially regarding how I was summoned.”

”Very well Mr.Martin.”