The First path of

Part 4ish

"To start with his story I must go to the beginning of mine." I started "and to begin my story I just must tell you my name, I am Drazamar Merturain Getheoriann, the last of the Getheoriann bloodline."

Marek looked confused for a second before a look of realization spread across his face "Getheiriann, As in the house that pushed the Shadow skins into the Valrian woods and whose power still keep them there after they were whipped out, Getheoriann as in Arthian Getheoriann the man who was considered the weakest out of the entire Magik Council tower, but had enough power to literally make the entire tower quiver from his anger and quiet the entire counsel of more than 7000 wizards,mages,warlocks,and battlemages so that he could speak, and last but certainly not least the same Getheoriann household that made the fields of Helloina a battlefield in front of their castle as they help off the ENTIRE Black Bloud Nation For over 9 hours and almost completely whipped the group off the face of the planet?!?!"

I sip of the tea Adrian just made me " Well, Yea. Arthian was my dad."

Marek just stared at me like I was insane and replied "You better have some sort of proof to make such a claim, the entire family might have been whipped out, but lots of very powerful people still hold more than enough respect for them to kill anyone that misuses or abuses their sacred name."

At this I pull out my Grimoire which somehow is missed by most people for reasons beyond my explanation and show it to Marek whose eyes widen "This right here is the Drachen Grimoire. And if you know anything about it then you know that no one outside of my bloodline dares use it or even hold it for extended periods of time for the past 3 and a half centuries."

Marek nodded and replied "I've heard the stories of it but I never actually heard why no one but your family dares use it or hold it just that it would be bad."

I smile "Thank you for pointing that out, here." I toss it to him just like any other book

Out of sheer instinct he blocks it from hitting him in the face and catches it. At first, he shuts his eyes as though he is about to die and then slowly relaxes as he realizes nothing's going to happen. I watch and smile into my tea as I watch him slowly relax.

He smiled puzzled at me "I feel no pain or anything different at . . . . "

He stopped mid-sentence and then started to move his shoulder as if to shake something off. Then slowly he starts to shiver slightly. I quickly reach over and pull the Grimoire from his hands, I feel it warm itself under my grip and watch as the frost that had started to develop around the edges thaws.

I look at him "How did it feel after you relaxed."

"At first, it was fine then slowly it started to feel as though someone's hand was on my shoulder and slowly like all the fire in my blood was being drained and that the world was going to freeze and have no life in it."

"Your lucky, that means the Grimoire likes you."

"LUCKY, how am I lucky I held the thing for less than 15 seconds and it started to kill me and would have if you hadn't intervened?!"

"But, you wanted me to intervene."

He looks at me quizzically.

"I don't let just anyone touch the grimoire much do to the fact it is precious to me but I have seen pretty much three different ways it interacts with people, for me and my family it warms and gives us a little strength, not enough to make a difference in anything, more like a comforting hand. The second one is the one that you just felt. The would slowly freezes around you, what actually is happening is the Grimoire is siphoning of magic from you and is killing you with it. How you are lucky and I know that it likes you is do to the fact it did not use its third setting. The first we don't need the Grimoire or not want it, and after the second you never want to hold it again. The third is the opposite, the Grimoire starts to feed the holder its strength almost immediately addicting them. It starts to push its magic into their veins granting them amazing speed, strength, agility, and just raw power at their disposal. Then as they are comply and hopelessly addicted to its power it slowly lights them on fire with its magic from the inside. If they have made the Grimoire extremely angry, it heals them at the same time so they don't die quickly, it is a very very slow and drawn out death that if not ended by an outside source could continue for days maybe even weeks."