Realities of Madness

Disclosure Of Truth I.

It was empty with just Pat standing before the three high councils, he wanted to disclose to them what he learnt of the intruder but his hopes on getting who it was were pretty low.

 The day he was attacked with Virote, he felt something breathtaking. 

He felt a distinct energy sensation he has never felt in his life. 

The energy wave was so weak he could hardly distinct it from every magical sources in the legerdemain tribunal, it was almost like the thief inhabiting this aura was trying to keep stealth from been sensed within the Tribune. 

It was a leak so infinitesimal even the high-warlock of magic in the source of magic couldn't detect his presence. 

Above that, he knew the thief knew him accurately and knew of his weakness as of Virote's affection on him. 

So the intruder must be within the councils.

 "What brought you here Druidmaster?" The high-warlock asked curiously not waiting to hear what he had to say.

 "I think i can help you in seeking this culprit," Pat said.

Amazed high-warlock smiled in return but he had to hide it beneath his serious face "You're just getting well in training Druidmaster, the man behind the mask is not to be sensed not even by me and you think you can fetch him out easily?"

Pat nodded "I can, not because I'll try but because i once felt his aura even at the break of not existing."

  

"What made you think I'll take that as a yes?" High-warlock asked now more curious than ever, he was getting uncomfortable with him not been able to track this thief but the Druidmaster been able to sense him.

 "I don't need you to take it positive nor negative either, I just wanna help." Pat spoke confidently, staring deep into the high-warlock's eyes.

The minister of magic Valdimir and prime minister of magic Morana exchanged swift gazes that caught Pat compelling to stare back at them.

  "You guys think I can't?" Pat asked thoughtfully.

 "Not exactly but since when did you think you can pay homage to whatever happens in the legerdemain tribunal?" 

Valdimir asked coldly but Merlyn cut him short with his right arm raised halfway up.

Merlyn rose on his feet, his long golden rode caressed the tiled ground softly as he made few steps towards Pat.

 "I think i can help." Pat said softly.

Merlyn stopped few feets before him "I know you're willing to help Druidmaster but the stake of you finding this culprit is offensively low, every prestidigitators are out now searching for his aura but none of them could even tell of where he is of recent. Even i could not tell where he's hiding, it's like he doesn't even exist."

 Pat swallowed heavily. 

He knew the weight he was trying to induce on himself, he was trying to bear the weight of what has been happening on his shoulders. 

Not going to be easy nor promising for him but he knew one thing for certain...

  "He could be here somewhere, he could even be amongst one of the tribune orders." Pat cut in which caught Valdimir's darkest attention.

 He squirt his paled face and rose on his feet behind Merlyn "Are you calling us betrayals?" 

Valdimir asked blankly.

Pat looked at him "no offense but I know what I'm saying."

 "Enough!" Valdimir shouted which baffled Pat for a moment "we have had enough of these your puny stories, i especially have had enough!" He spoke again now on retreating into his throne.

 Pat raised an eye brow.

  

"We are grateful for your concern Druidmaster but we will take it from here." Valdimir scolded.

 Pat cut in "But I fought him and he felt so weak, so forcing like he was trying to let out all strengths in him." 

He thoughtfully reminisced "he was...practically Not in control of himself, he was letting loose uncontrollably."

  "And yet you had your ass kicked." Valdimir burst in angrily.

 Pat frowned, was the minister of magic into him negatively? 

He thought everyone in the tribune cared about him, loved another Druidmaster been brought back.

 "Enough Valdimir!" 

Merlyn dotted turned at the minister of magic 

"He was just trying to help, so watch your tongue." 

He consoled and looked back at Pat who was still astonished by Valdimir's aggressive behaviour "thanks for your concern but we will take it from here!" 

He ended patting Pat on the shoulders "And, get some rest! You'll need it." He added.

Pat heaved heavily not wearily but in failure, he thought he could be able to help the tribune but guess he won't be doing that afterall. 

He turned and left the tribune slavishly shutting the door heavily behind.

Merlyn sighed "I need all mages out searching for this thief, i want him out before another attack." 

He ordered facing the two high orders and they bowed in respect.

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 Legerdemain Tribunal

  Left Pathway

 He rushed out in anger, he knew what he saw and felt but no one was paying attention to him. 

The death of everyone in here are on him. 

First, he just found out his existence was not determined by the determiner and second of all, his perception are greater than that of the high-warlock of magic. 

What more could go wrong with his discoveries?

The pathway to the left was where Pat has been willing to stick his nose into, he learnt it was distinct from visible eyes and heavily guarded. He knows not of what's been held imprisoned in there but he knew he'd like to check it out because his nerves were aching him to do so.

He took a fast turn to the left and narrowed down the pathway into a long pillar associated way down into a dark edge. 

Both his left and right were occupied by huge pillars decorated with arcane symbols unknown to magicians but Pat felt a binding aura coming from each arcanes. 

It was like the runes were meant to negate magical prowess entering the region. 

Wait! Why are the high orders using negating spells? 

What are they objecting from freedom?

He was fine, the spells had no right over him. 

It was like the symbols don't even affiliate . 

mewith his presence, he could feel them hindering him systematically but his connection with the outerverse was rather paramount objecting the arcanes affiliations instantly on contact.

 GIGGLE!

 He heard low giggling coming from the dept of the tunnel, like men were laughing at his facts but not entirely his facts, they were laughing at something or perhaps someone because behind the guffaw came a cold tone.

  "You're all playing with death." The voice rang.

 A guarding prestidigitator laughed again "Death? 

You're the living dead man, we are not the one locked behind a bar of negating spells."

  "No spells can hold Magnus, the elder of magic." 

The voice echoed again.

 Pat's eyes opened almost like they were going to pop out of their sockets, he couldn't believe his ears. 

According to what he heard during his ascension to becoming the Druidmaster, he learnt the elder of magic Magnus was once a Druidmaster. 

An ancient Druidmaster that siphoned all Druidmasters from both the past, present and the future but his existence never affiliated with his. 

So, the high orders has been keeping Magnus captive within the legerdemain tribune for countless aeons?

It was dark and he could hardly see all what's happening but he could hear everything, almost like they were saying it right behind his ears. 

He couldn't tell of where to check to have a clear view of what was happening but he could hear them vividly, maybe there was a mirror-like dimension separating him from the actual reality within the tunnel.

 Guess he was right!

 His perception sensed a dimensional storage within the tunnel but it was kinda hard to find, every sides was parallel and smooth. 

Nowhere to seek hidden doorways. 

Then he heard a call, was it a call or a summon?

  "What did you seek Druidmaster?" 

A voice asked.

 Pat was at first astonished "wait, who are you?" 

He asked after acknowledging a figure appearing out of the void.

 He wore a dark brown long jacket, black boots and grey hair, it was like he was in his early nineteen with childish facial features that caught Pat stoned.

  "You're a kid?" He asked.

  "I'm not!" He replied defensively.

  "Then who are you and how did you even know who I am." Pat asked.

 The kid moved closer and closer until Pat could now figure him out in the dark "I'm Path, the embodiment of doorway."

  "Wait, what?" 

Pat asked "You're are an embodiment? 

As in a conceptual body?"

 The kid nodded "I'm every doorway to every planes in existence, I'm what bridged the gaps between planes and realities, universes and multiverses, unrealities and even outside existences."

  "Why are you here?" Pat asked.

  "I'm always where I'm needed," Path replied "you need me."

  "No, I don't." Pat insinuated.

  "actually, you do." 

Path smiled coldly.

 "You summoned me here Druidmaster, you don't know how but you did." 

Path explained.

  "I didn't do that." 

Pat cut in scoffing.

 Path cut in "What is it you seek behind this walls Druidmaster? 

A doorway to another dimension?"

  "Yeah!"

  "So shall it be!" Path clicked and before Pat could tell what was happening, the once known kid transmogrified into a blue energized door blazing with blue conceptual auras. 

He hesitated before walking in but he had no choice then before he could know it, he was standing in another atmosphere completely different from where he originated from. 

A domain filled with nothing but pain.

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 Death Wall, Prison Of Pain.

 The atmosphere in here was different, it was like very aspect of the domain was pain induced. 

He felt like his body was reacting to the pain available within the domain itself, everything about him was pain associated. 

He couldn't even tell if it was him inducing the pain upon himself or was the domain inflicting such sorrow upon him.

 Every region of the domain was confined like a encircled kingdom fenced with tall mountains that ranged and vanished into the sky, the dimension was totally sealed from every entrances like a vault.

 Within the domain were these enormous metal cages encrypted with arcanes symbols he saw when he was back in the legerdemain tribune, various magic negating runes sealing a figure within.

 Before the cage were two prestidigitators holding firmly to their wands, laughing to the prisoner's lame assurances.

  "You must be the Druidmaster!" Magnus asked. 

Even locked up with every essences sealed from usage, he could still feel the presence of Pat. 

What am achievement?

 The prestidigitators turned at Pat "How did you get in here?"

  "I don't know either." 

Pat replied staring at the said Magnus over five hundred thousand years old locked behind magical cages.

 This was the real deal, the magic runes attached to the cage surface were so powerful even Pat could hardly feel his righteousness bestowing upon him, the runes were specifically meant to counter Druidmasters abilities and even sever their connection with the outerverse. 

Indeed the domain did the best of it because it exists as a confiscated reality adjourned totally from reality like a ruled out reality existing within reality, this gave it the ability to sever connections to other realities except from itself.

  "Well...well...well! Isn't it the unexpected Druidmaster?" 

Magnus said again trying to attract Pat's attention which worked out successfully.

 Speaking of the greatest magician in all of existence, Magnus the elder of magic was way over that. He looked younger than he was expecting.

 A grey hair teen almost in his early twenties with light brown skin complexion, red cat eyes, wicked smile dressed in a red long sleeve costume, white trouser, red boots, white cape and a 'M' insignia on his chest.

  "I've heard a lot about you, you must be a wicked soul to achieve that all just by yourself." Pat said which made Magnus burst into laughter.

   "All by myself?" He asked laughing "I did the Druidmaster race a favour." Magnus responded.

  "Favour? 

By wiping out all traces of your fellow kind?" Pat shouted "you called that favour?"

  "You can't stop what's coming Druidmaster, you'll fall!" Magnus explained.

  "What did you mean?"

  "You will surely fall, the ethereal gods never told you what it means to be the Druidmaster?" Magnus explained.

 Pat face changed curiously "What are you talking about? 

The ethereal gods never spoke to me."

  "That's what I thought, the Druidmaster isn't just a title! It comes with a heavy price!" Magnus cut in.

 Pat was mute, listening attentively.

 "A heavy price that would shatter your family, your home, your wife, children, loved ones, everything you've worked for will seize to exist." 

Magnus leaned forward as he squat.

"What are you insinuating?" 

Pat asked now lost in words.

 "Although no one has ever attained such state but it sounds intoxicating." 

Magnus grinned devilishly.

Pat frowned more curiously "attained what?"

 "The ethereal gods has been using us as avatars but none has ever stepped on to becoming the originator." 

Magnus explained.

"The originator?" Pat asked.

 "Enough now sir, you're trespassing." 

A prestidigitator warned and Pat smiled stylishly.

  "Fine!" He fell back in retreat and the door pulled him back from pain realm to the pathway he was in the first place like nothing happened, almost like he never left.

 Now the next question is , who's this originator? 

These, Pat must know or else his days as the Druidmaster are over right before it ever started.