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The Language Mage

I'm Richard, a well-known linguist, and my life was all about decoding ancient and dead languages. I've spent years immersed in the intricate tapestry of countless dialects and scripts. My most ambitious project, the culmination of my life's work, was finally complete. I'd uncovered something that could rewrite the history books and shock the entire world. But fate can be merciless. On my way to celebrate this breakthrough at a restaurant, everything changed in an instant. A car crash, and I was gone. At least, that's what I thought. The next thing I knew, I was waking up, but it wasn't in the cold sterility of a hospital room. No, it was in a young man's body, and the world around me was unlike anything I'd ever seen. Magic was real here, and it flowed through the very air. My name was still Richard, but this was a world far removed from my own. What could I, a linguist, possibly do in a world of magic? My body was physically weak, and I was a stranger in a realm where words held the power to shape reality. As I navigated this bewildering new world, I faced not only the challenges of adapting to my new life but also the potential to use my unique skills to unlock the secrets of this magical realm. The journey that lay ahead was an enigma, but one thing was certain – my life had taken a turn into uncharted territories, and there was no turning back.

RiverGoat · Fantasy
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48 Chs

Healing Pond

Joseph's hand, weathered by time and experience, closed around Elena's trembling fingers. His movements were swift and purposeful, a testament to the practiced efficiency of a healer well-versed in the arts of mending. Ignoring the prone figure of Richard, he guided Elena to a relatively safer distance before initiating the incantation. The air shimmered with a subtle energy as Joseph's healing spell took root. A gentle hum, akin to the harmonious resonance of nature, emanated from his hands.

A verdant glow enveloped Elena's form. The ethereal light, a manifestation of healing magic, clung to her like a second skin, grazing the surface of her body with restorative warmth. The light acted as a mending fabric, delicately repairing the damage inflicted upon her. Scars, like fading echoes of trauma, vanished beneath the gentle touch of rejuvenating magic.