Crystal Mind

"What!? I thought he had the crystals enchantments in his head, not that gift," surprise yelled Malle as he quickly traveled over to a table in the back, swiped everything off, and moved it and three chairs over to the center of the room.

"Wait, the crystal's enchantments are already in his head. Amazing! This makes things simpler," replied Ator leaving Mors confused by all of this.

What gift and why were the crystal's symbols in his head a great thing? They didn't really do much, to his knowledge.

But after a moment of thinking, he never had his head space thing before looking at the crystal. And in the middle of his mind space was the crystal diagram.

Listening to what they were talking about, Mors found them both staring at him with wonder. He only spaced out for a moment to think to himself, so it was a shock to see them both staring at him.

Waiting for what seemed like minutes for them to talk, Mors finally decided to just look around the room. They seemed to be thinking to themselves.

So taking a wandering look around, Mors took in all the darkened shadows of the room. Bookcases filled the walls with dusty books that looked older than he was.

Vials and strange vases littered along the shelves. Fascinated by them, Mors decided to take a closer stare at them.

They all seem to hold enchantment on them, all with differing colors of ink. Well, mostly all different colors, as there were red, purple, and gold inks. Each vase only had one color of ink, and none of the colors crossed each other.

'Maybe it's a rule in enchanting to not mix inks? I wonder why?' Mors thought to himself while he tried to use his...

'GAH, I should name the mind thing now. For now, until I know, let's call it the Crystal Mind. Since I think the crystal made it, and it's in my mind,' figured Mors.

So trying his best to take in every circle he could, he noticed that he couldn't memorize the purple or gold circles. He seemed to always forget after not looking at them.

Trying again and again, he always failed at the purple circles and immediately forgot after looking away. Taking a new look around, Mors searched for a paper.

'If I can't remember, might as well write it down,' was Mors's reasoning as he searched the room, still not noticing the two giants that, by now, had big smiles on their faces.

Searching, Mors found a small forge that blazed hotter than anything he had ever felt, an anvil, some vats of open red ink, and some small tool in the corner of the room.

Finding not what he wanted, he did find a pen to use as he continued his search. Going back to the main room, as this little corner was behind a bookshelf, he found some new papers on the table.

Looking at the two giants, Mors found them staring off into space, 'Maybe they are still asleep, and I just didn't notice...' thought Mors.

Before thinking violently, 'Come on, Mors, You should be more aware! You are going to have to help the ghosts, and you are going to have to look around! Be more freaking aware,' as he picked up the papers.

Walking back over to the vase while still looking around, he felt he saw the giants smiling, but checking, they weren't.

Blaming old eyes and remembering why he didn't really rely on all of his old senses, he still decided that paranoia was better than being dead later as he got back to the vase.

Taking up an ink pen, Mors tried to copy onto the pages, starting on the purple ink vases. He felt that the golden ones would be too hard, and he trusted himself on that.

'I can always try later,' thought Mors as he tried to look at the circle and tried to copy.

And for the first time ever, he failed.

Miserably, as every time he looked up, he forgot what the purple enchantment looked like. Frustration flurrying, Mors tried the golden enchantment and found it blurring on him.

'What's going on! Why can't I see it anymore? I saw you before!' Mors raged as he clenched his hand.

*Snap*

Awakening himself out of anger, Mors found the pen... snapped, and all he could think was, 'AND ThIs Is WhY wE dOn'T gEt MaD MOR!' As he sighed, thinking, 'got to keep that anger away. It doesn't do any good unless it has a good reason... ever. I wonder why it appeared as it--'

And awakening Mors from his thoughts, he heard laughter. Looking back, he found Ator circling on the ground, with Malle staring blankly on the ground.

Looking at Malle, since he guessed this was his office, he said, "I am sorry, my anger showed itself for a moment, and I accidentally broke your pen. I can get another."

Looking up, Malle sighed, saying, "It's fine. It's FINE. It's just a pen. I am guessing you couldn't write down high-level enchantments?"

"What high-level enchantments?" asked Mors before Malle answered, "The purple ones."

"Oh yeah, I can see it, but I can't remember it. And these golden ones are blurred now," finally answered Mors.

With a sigh, Both Malle and Ator sighed. Turning to each other, they started whispering to each other for a period. Trying to hear it, Mors heard what seemed like gibberish.

Walking back over, Mors tried to hear their intense whispering discussion; he definitely could tell that it was in another language. He couldn't tell what, but it was incomprehensible to him.

After seeing Mors get close and seemingly not understand anything, the two seemed to decide to talk out loud for a few minutes. Kind of an annoying move, but after like a minute of talking, Ator said, "You can go explore the room more if you want..." before returning to talking.

Hearing that, Mors sighed. The duo had invited Mors in, he accidentally took a test, waited for a while, got practically questioned, and then brought in here. It felt like it was both his fault and there's.

But Malle seemed genuinely concerned for his health before, and Mors felt like he was a nice guy...