Chapter 25: A Mana Heart.

A deformity appeared on Prometheus' heart. His heart seemed to duplicate itself. Yet no vein was connected to his second heart. The divine mana of the water source was beginning to run out, all this mana was going to Prometheus and concentrating towards his second heart. Suddenly it started to beat. After a few beats this once red heart took on a bluish color.

Outside the divine pool of strong winds were raging. Trees were uprooted and others moved with the sandstone of the wind. It was a chaotic spectacle. As if a snowstorm was happening.

In reality, these climatic changes were due to the divine mana present in the area. This mana seemed to be drawn to the divine water source.

More and more divine mana was coming from the pond. As if Prometheus second heart had an unquenchable thirst for power. Moreover, his ring was becoming brighter and brighter, this light was strong and powerful, and all the animals in the area began to flee.

Prometheus second heart began to look more and more like a mana heart. No blood flowed through it, but the mana in Prometheus body seemed to flow into it. With each beat Prometheus body became stronger, his muscles harder, his body bigger. He looked more and more like a fighter.

Yet despite the chaos Prometheus and Brutus remained unconscious. Prometheus had his eyebrows frowned and said words "No...... Why". He seemed to have an uncomfortable dream.

***

Far from it, in a large mansion with a macabre look, a man was screaming in ecstasy. "Yes!!! It there." This man was old, had an arched back, a long grey beard and smelled like death. The man in question was standing in front of a new generation crystal ball ("New generation crystal balls are flat and very long, like television), on the crystal ball images of the ice mountain were displayed. Large beams of bright and majestic light could clearly be seen above.

The man's hands were shaking, but it wasn't until his age his hands were shaking with excitement. "At last I found you. "the man laughed with happiness. A glow of life was detectable in his eyes. He almost looked like a man who just made millions. "khrouchtchev! Come here quickly. »

A few seconds later a medium-sized man with black hair came running. He seemed out of breath. "Yes... You called me". He took some time before catching his breath, yet at every word he said seemed to be filled with respect for the man who stood in front of him.

"Come and see! Look at this. "The old man was overexcited, he almost looked like a kid. "Don't you see". He pointed to the crystal ball where the light seemed to be coming. Khrouchtchev scratched his head. He had to be an archimage specialized in alchemy and elemental magic, but he didn't understand what this light represented. The old man lost all his good humour. "Fool. This light is the divine light. »

Khrouchtchev opened his eyes, he had just understood. His lips opened and then closed as if he couldn't speak anymore. Even he, an archimage of talent, could not remain calm in presence of this incredible revelation.

The old man looked at Khrouchtchev in a satisfied way. "At last you understood. ». A wide smile appeared on his face. "The ring of the magus emperor has reappeared. ».

Khrouchtchev stayed standing there for a second and then looked at the old man with his eyes full of questions. "Does this mean that a new magician emperor has arrived. »

the old man seemed amused. "No, look at the light. It is not strong enough, the ring is just awake, the person who has the ring must only be an involuntary ring wearer".

On the old continent the legends of the magus emperor were well known to all. But there was also another story. Almost as popular and loved by the people. This legend was the one of the ring bearers.

The emperor was known to draw his divine powers from his ring given by God. But this ring didn't come alone to the magus emperor. It was carried to him by the ring bearers. Special beings chosen by fate. Among the ring wearers there were several types of wearers. First there was the real carrier, he was also a man chosen by God to bring and accompany the emperor magus.

In the legend of Merlin his ring bearer was Viviane the demon. A woman who was known for her beauty and who would have met Merlin in a fight. She was nicknamed the demon because of her dark and fatal appearance.

There were also the indirect ring bearers, it was men and women who had by the biggest coincidence owned the divine ring. Like Prometheus mother. These people were not aware of the value of this object. Because in addition to being endowed with powerful power, the ring was also endowed with divine consciousness and knowledge. For example, the ring taught Viviane the basics of mechanics, which allowed her to create the magic shower system.

The elderly man thought that Prometheus must have been an indirect ring bearer who had awakened the divine ring by putting it in contact with the divine mana of the ice mountains. Which was pretty close to reality.

"Khrouchtchev we have to leave, we go to the frozen mountain, we have to take this ring". The old man had a goal in mind. He wanted to get the divine ring for control it. He thought that with this knowledge he could find a way to force the ring to obey to him. With this ring, he could use divine spells and regain his youth. Because this man had to be a genius mage, knew all over the continent for his powers and his subordinates he had like everybody fear of death.

Khrouchtchev did not keep his master waiting and left immediately to prepare a convoy. He had to hurry, the road was long and the ring bearer could leave the ice mountains.

***

Lying at the bottom of the pond Prometheus was dreaming. He was reviewing his past. More precisely, the admission tests in magic schools that he had done in his previous life. Prometheus' face was filled with resentment, his teeth clenched with anger, his stitches were closed. What had happened in his childhood? Why so much resentment?

Prometheus remembered the day he decided to take revenge, where he understood that he had no place on earth and that he had to make his own place for himself. The day when the blood-flame archimage was born.