Wanderer Journey

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 6th Log: Magician’s Study



Plo Koon: “When we lost Master Tyvokka, I was reminded of our own mortality.
All of us are willing to offer everything for the Order, even our lives. 
Respect their choice, mourning is fair but don’t linger on it.
Live on and protect those who remain. This battle is yet to be won.”

Nagrod: “MASTER!”

The blonde teenager tried to gasp with his hand a memory from the distant red sands of
Geonosis before waking up all in sweat. It took him a while to recognize his surroundings
weren’t the interior of a Clone Transport called LAAT but a small rounded house surrounded
by piles of books. He was surprised to see himself wrapped in bandages. 

He then recalled the burning debris on his back, his broken bones and the pain in his heart.
Only that phantom pain on his chest remained, his master was gone and so it was the Order.
He tried to raise up from the bed, falling to the floor by the lack of strength on his body.

Merlin: “You’ve woken up sooner than I expected.“

An elderly man with a long white beard dress in a blue robe, a pair of glasses and a pointed
blue hat, appeared from nowhere and help him sit down on a red chair around a round table
at the center of the house. The old man introduced himself as Merlin, a humble Wizard.
After a brief exchange, Nagrod was kind of dumbfounded hearing his host understood he
wasn’t from this world. More shocking the revelation Merlin was also a traveler like him.

Merlin: “Just a moment… Presto!.”

Tasty canned food came from Merlin’s magic bag, after a single move of his wand. 
Apparently he was found by a boy named Sora and his friends, right on time.
Later Merlin handed over Nagrod possessions along with a new pair of clothes.
He exterminated the interior of his vintage lamp, looking in vain for a small green crystal.
Some words from a pale woman from 3 years ago, came down to haunt him.

Yuuko Ichihara: “...You must pay a proportionate compensation.”

Nagrod felt some kind of dread, gasping that the Witch and the Wizard are oddly similar.
All of this charity must had a price but this time, what was going to be?
The glasses of the elder man gave a glint of complicity, he then brought up the lamp topic.

Merlin reassured him that said lamp can indeed guide him to his fairy friend, requiring some
kind fuel in order to travel to the next world. Although he could provide him with another way
to travel between worlds, without a proper path, there wasn’t a way to find Navi. 

The teenager asked if the Wizard required some kind of ‘Compensation’ for his services,
the old man busted into laughter when he recalled something similar when Uther Pendragon 
asked the same when Lady Igraine rejected the king feelings. An abrupt movement made the
white beard get stuck in his forearm, causing a shift change of humor, grumbling for a
moment. After regaining some composure, the old wizard said he could use some bodyguard.
An explanation gave Nagrod some insights about the current state of the world connected to
the current one. A ‘chosen one’ who could fight back the darkness and save the worlds.

Although he was expecting a request, this one was perfect for him in both ways.
He could keep searching for Navi and he definitely couldn’t stand idle after hearing a boy, like
he one he once was when he left Kokiri Forest, facing monsters without any experience.
This bad habit of his was the main reason why the Kokiri said he loved getting in trouble.

A grandfatherly smile was on the Wizard face, his suspicions were on spot, this one was the
perfect candidate for that magic. When Nagrod asked if there was a spare shield and sword,
he could use, Merlin told him that could solve his current issues but not on long term.
Puzzled by those words, he watched the wizard move his wand.

Merlin: “Higitus figitus migitus mum Prestidigitonium!” 

The red chair started to float, moving towards the ceiling. The wooden plank moved, revealing
a second floor of colorful painted walls. The magic bag let out some incredible big furniture
trice its size, each one moving to the wizard tone. A broom and a bucket with life of its own,
stood still after dropping down in his hands. 

Merlin: “Don't you get any foolish ideas that magic will solve all your problems.
You must use it along with what you have in hand, transform them into something useful.”

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