Magic Of The Gods

[previously on Fate: Path To Magic]

Icarus became That One thing that will put fear in the Gods without knowing it.

And so Icarus Dreamed and Dreamed.

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Chapter 16

Magic Of the Gods (xd)

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Icarus signed.

Although his Nihilim is rather mild compared to other people that he saw that have it. Icarus was tempered by his psychology studies and his life as a Writer.

he doesn't know about other people but Icarus has found that being a poet and a writer requires an a extreme control over your emotions, when you're a writer you write what feel to give your character a 'soul' for the lack of a better term. And so thus being a poet, being a poet is worse because emotions are the backbone of poems. If your poems can evoke the readers emotions while reading it, it means you're the best.

Its a bit more like acting actually. Acting needs a completely understanding of the role you're going to play, they're going to be some scenes that needs more emotional depth than others.

And that's where Icarus got his control over emotions came from. Although it is wrong to say that Icarus has control over his emotions, It's more as his emotions are always calm. His emotions all combined make him indifferent to the outside world — I t was scientifically proven that most people who suffer from nihilism are Authors and Poets—

His emotions are more like stones for an example, he can pick one emotion and use it in most situations without other emotions interfering— it's more like acting now that i think of it — Icarus main Emotion is indifference, unlike most people that happy one sec and angry the other, Icarus will view most situations with indifference until he choose to react with other emotions.

Now that he think of it inside his head, he feel more like a robot. Analysing a situation before choosing a correct emotion to counter the situation with.

Hm.

" Where's your Father?" Icarus asked the girl that is still shaking from what he just dropped on her.

"I- I don't know."

Aight.

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" Since I can't convince you to abandon your stupid idea, what is your plan?" asked Kyrillos. standing before a table with map on it.

" Well it's rather simple, it will go like this." Icarus smirked.

"..." Icarus told Kyrillos his plan while still having that shit eating grin.

"I- Im honestly speechless." commented Kyrillos, loss for words.

" A great plan needs a great name for it. what would you name it?"

" Triple Trojan horse Deception."

Kyrillos looked at him perplexed " What does the horses of the Trojan has to do with this?" he asked.

" You'll see in the future." Icarus chortled.

Kyrillos just shaked his head with amusement.

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Icarus climbed the mountain again

The entire mountain pulsed with magic like a diseased human heart, and some unknown light source cast down a ruddy glow from the mountaintop, staining his path icey blue.

Icarus climbed and climbed until the cold eats his flesh away. he stopped and turned on his Circuits and continued.

He trudged, limbing while he did that. His hands shaking in cold— or is it blood loss?— his foot prints left blood in his awake. scars on his body, dripping with blood like he just got in a fight with a bear and lost.

His whole body was shaking, puffs of steam, escaping his mouth everytime he exhale. his teeth's clattering, almost to the point of shattering. his body was sore, every step he made make him hiss.

he walked with purpose. he's a man on a mission — quite literally.

He felt it, more than saw it. when the cave was nearing. the magic in the air turning oppressive and malice staining the air, making it harder to breath.

He walked near to the mouth of the cave and put his bloody hand on the ice crystals. He paused for a moment and continued.

Leaving behind a bloody handprint.

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Icarus entered the cave, he didn't have the time to do anything as a large tail rammed into him. Throwing him against the ice crystals of the cave, he's ribs cracking as he groans. Slowing he stoop up and faced the motherfucking Wyvern.

The boy — no, child— Faces the beast. His spear ready. It is not fear that grips him. Only heightened sense of things. The cold air in his lungs. The freezing snow on his body.

He stepped forward and rushed to the beast, side stepping the Tail that was going to ram into him again. He didn't see the right claw going in for a slash. He doesnt understand things sometimes. One moment he was standing upright and the next he found himself laying on the ground, gasping for air.

' I may bitten more than I could chew.' oddly enough, he doesn't feel the dread of death only a sense of Finally i can feel.

He stoop up again, but this time he didn't grap his spear.

' I've always holding back my magic because no one was my opponent when using it— And His father forbidden him but he just tug the thought in the back of his brain—

Icarus reinforced his body and broke into a sprint. when the beast was doing the same tactics, he just sidestepped and touched the wing of the beast gently. And a great fire erupted on the place he just touched a second ago — not a second but more of a moment ago— The beast screeched in pain while Icarus just took out his dagger and whispered: ενισχύω ( Reinforce)

He slashed at the offending limb that was shoved towards him, blood splattering on the ground and dripping on the wing on the beast. He crounched down and placed his hand on the blood. He licked his fingers and mumured " I've always wanted to taste blood" Then he stepped back and immediately flinched.

' damn. my wounds aren't healed yet.'

He cursed.

The dragon roared in anger and mana started to gather in its maw. Icarus immediately drew a rune in a millisecond — He's a master rune, what do you expect?— Water materialized into reality as a wave and crushed into the dragon. He ran up to it and slashed and slashed until the hind legs and the dragon wings are full of slash wounds and dripping in blood. It should've been enough to injury the dragon— It was not.

His dagger is too small to make fatal wounds. he 'tsk' under his breath.

Every time he see blood on the ground, he touche the blood. " One thing people should know is that —" Icarus spoke to the dragon, as if it can understand his words. he just needed to dispell his nervousness.

"— Magic require sacrifice. and blood is the most powerful sacrifice of them all." Icarus continue to explain as he Dodges the dragon attacks. " Its a fortunate that you're a magical beast." Icarus smirked.

He jumped over the maws of the dragon that seems hungry, wanting to need him.

He immediately backed off, backtracking until he's where he was original from.

" Ya know, all was good and well. Unti the fire Nation attacked." The dragon seems ti pale— can a dragon have a pale skin?

Its eyes full of horror before runes starting to spread under It. " Did you really think i was only tasting your blood?, don't be pathetic." Icarus mocked like he was mocking a person. — Why is he talking to a beast even? lonelyness?—

The runes connecting with each other before a huge fire erupting under the dragon. The fire was so hot that Icarus has to set protective runes to protect himself. The fire lasted a minute before it flickered out. Steam coming out of the dragon, it's left wing is entirely gone and the right wing have some third degree burns and its limb like the bones inside it are broken. Icarus let a beat pass before—

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Icarus felt it coming, the air cracked and compressed, like space is opening infront of him. — Then... crushing force, A gigantic magic force descended on all the lifeforms of the forest... pushing them down to the ground. It was so suffocating that it felt like their organs were going to explode and they would turn into mists of blood. A massive black Magic circle appeared around the tip of the mountain — not in the cave, but around the huge mountain— Icarus was scared to be honest. What he just did is something foreign to him, he just copied his dream self. Dream self, his past reincarnation. He did what his past self did in his dreams, he didn't know it'll be this terrifying. He felt his knees getting weak— it can be his magic reserves being depleted— his body shaking and breaking into cold sweat.

The Gigantic Magic circle Rotated before an astral projection was cast before everything go black. A huge Kingdom, developed and in the Throne sat a huge man with a huge beard and a crown on his head. He is holding a huge Golden Trident in his Right hand. The huge man looked at him— Straight into his soul with piercing Sea green eyes that are calm like the sea, yet cruel like it, unpredictable.

The man didn't say anything but Icarus already knew who he was, what kingdom is this before he fell unconscious. A name burning into his mind and tongue like a hot sauce—

Atlantis— Poseidon.

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Icarus woke up sometime later, with a huge migraine. he groaned and sat up, he rubbed his head before looking around him. What he saw, shocked him to the core. The huge mountain that he was fighting on wasn't there anymore. The mountain was flattened with such precision that seems like someone just stepped on it— like something with a huge pressure flattened it.