He looked at Robert’s startled expression.
“What does it say?” Bryson asked.
James and Robert sat next to him, fascinated in it – probably thinking of the money that it might make.
“This book was thought to be the spell book of the witch that you mentioned, and someone – I believe to be William Randall! – has written things through it, giving details about things.
“They found this book after they’d killed it – the witch or creature. This thing on the table!”
Mortimer held up the book, and turned it, to show them a drawing of a being that looked like a woman and a creature, with a long sheet of material wrapped about it.
“He believed that she had transported herself to this world, from beyond the grave, with some type of magic or magical object. She spoke in a strange language, but she told them of being one of the last witches, with the power to enter this existence.”
As he stopped speaking, silent sounds manifested about the room – as though invisible creatures were surrounding them.
Strange, glowing and swirling, forces, forming a large bubble, went about them. And telepathic figures, like spirits with shrouds, flew about it, wailing and screaming.
Bryson felt himself falling over, staggered, and partly in a dream state, similar to the ones that he had been in when he had been asleep. Then, as it increased, he believed that he was holding onto reality, and that he would not be able to keep his sanity.
All about him, the others went into dream states.
James fell on the floor, as though taking a fit.
Bryson lunged at Mortimer’s shoulders, pulled him to the door, and he forced him to rush away with him, until they were away from it.
Mortimer glared at his watch. “We must help them!”
“It’s too powerful!”
“We’ll have to find a way.”
“You must tell me all you know about that thing.”
“I don’t believe that it is her. She brought something here that I believe that she had used to travel here. However, William Randall could not break its curse. He tried to use her spell book and spells to do it. But nobody could read it properly, or they believed that they were in riddles to stop anyone else using it.
Mortimer glared, and he read parts of the book fast, in more detail.
“A crystal created the magic! And William Randall intended to find the spell to neutralize it.”
“That’s the spell there!” Mortimer stated, holding out the book, showing it to him.
“Can you decipher it?”
“I don’t know! But where’s the crystal?”
“It has to be with the being.”
Bryson realized where it was! He had seen it on the drawing of the creature in the book. It was in a pendant.
They rushed straight to the dining room, and to it.
He ripped the last of the material off the skeleton, plunged his hand in its chest, and onto the pendant.
“This is it!” Bryson screamed, holding out the pendant, watching strange energy surges make his arm muscles wildly shudder and vibrate.
The green crystal embedded in the pendant was pulsating, beaming out blinding beams of green light.
Mortimer grabbed the pendant, and held it out.
“I know why the spell never worked!” he shouted. “It was not a spell! It was an order to destroy it, if she had to. If she was captured by humans! It was a riddle, to hide it from anything that was not an alien transcendent!”
Mortimer smashed the pendant hard against the table, shattering the crystal into millions of particles, instantly making the disturbances vanish forever.
Epilogue
The Transcendents
Once transcendent entities had existed throughout the universe and beyond, with magical forces.
Their wars and elaborate usages of their powers had in the end caused it to be annihilated, and the last had possessed so little that they could barely dwell in the universe, from beyond.
Objects, with accumulations of it, had allowed the last to dwell in desolate regions of the universe.
The powers of the last one had been told of in legends!
Fishermen had stumbled upon the magical being, floating in the sea, washed ashore, on the shore of a Scottish island.
It had been about to expire, but had somehow survived.
It had stayed, its last days, in the desolate Grovnor wood, as a witch, in a cottage, hiding to conceal itself, and magical crystal.
It had foreseen the future, and had found how to accumulate its powers from anything that had had it. And, when it had expired, it had left the most powerful magical object left – with powers going beyond anything else – with power surge sequences that opened gateways, going beyond the universe.
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