Apatur, Acuran of Waystones
Apatur, Acuran of Waystones had a mind unlike any other at the time. Constantly thinking of new ways to use magic in ways not yet established. Due to his inventive and experimental mind, he achieved many great things in his life, allowing him to become of the most well recognised names throughout history. His biggest achievements included; the discovery of the Fairy Realm as well as the creation of the portal spell. An advanced teleportation spell which revolutionised the realm of magic and opening their eyes to the wonders that lay within the rest of the universe.
The Librarian slowly glides up the steps and through the great archway leading into the Great Library of Birohhal. The crisp morning air filling his lungs with every breath he takes. And though he is wrapped up in layers of garments, his heart is like a roaring fire as he monologues to himself in his mind about the origins of the Acuran of Waystones.
The Origins:
When many think of Apatur, the imagine is different every time. But the core elements remain the same. His skin was paler than most, making him stand out in a crowd. Not always for good reasons. Then his signature goggles that rested just above his brow or on his eye sockets. with a thick brown leather strap connecting the tinted blue lens and cased in a bold brass that shone in the light. His usual striped blue shirt was often rolled past his forearms as he used his selection of hand-crafted wands to tinker and tweak his inventions. All these little multipurpose tools hidden inside pockets all over the blacksmith apron he borrowed, never intending to return it. The man was peculiar to say the least, some would call him mad. Others a little confused as he missed social cues. Instead talking to himself about complex problems or over explaining his designs, leaving the listener in a state of stunned perplexity. Apatur was usually left to be alone, something he was more than familiar with after being abandoned by his parents at a young age. No siblings to grow up with. Instead, being surrounded in the cogs and gears of the village mechanic. Learning the ways of mechanics, reading the intricate development of magic and tasting many of the potions left lying around. Most leading to a hangover the next morning. Yes. Apatur, while Acuran, had yet to discover his true calling in life. That was until he found himself by the river bridge, meeting something that would change his destiny forever. Our young inventor, like usual, had wandered off following a question he simply needed answering. You see a few days ago, a school of Riverfin had once again got caught in the watermill. Clogging the wheel and causing the grinding machine to stall. It was a simple fix, but Apatur wondered why the Riverfin were suddenly getting caught now? It had never been a problem before, so what made it one in the present. So he followed the fish downstream, towards the bridge that connected his village to the neighbouring one. When he submerged his hand in the cool waters that flowed, he did not find anything out of the ordinary. There was no evidence of potions increasing the intelligence of the aquatic life. There was no sign of alterations to the swimming patterns of the fish. He couldn't even see any new plant-life that might affect the ecosystem, everything seemed to be in order. But then, as he was about to leave, a glimpse of light flickered in the corner of his eye. His head turned to find the cause. Water reflections? Aura implosions? But alas it was none of these things. In fact, what he saw, he wasn't quite sure what to make of it. For he had never seen one before. But whatever it was, it seemed to watch him with intent, looking like it would easily be startled. Something new, how exciting he thought.It was not too dissimilar to the people he saw in the village, its slender figure tiptoed on two legs. With beautiful golden hair that flowed down to its waist, wearing woven garments that mirrored the colours of the nearby flowers. Nothing out of the ordinary, until you considered it stood roughly six inches tall and had far more pointed ears than he had ever seen on anyone before. And the translucent wings that attached to her back drooped, as it showed an expression of being lost. Apatur was not the best at talking to people, but it wasn't a person so maybe he would have more success.
He lowered himself ten feet away onto the grassy bank and introduced himself. After some hesitation, the creature responded in a soft voice with her name. Sundew Frostvale. The pair spoke for a couple minutes, getting to know each other and the situation they were in. Sundew was lost and needed to find her way home. Lucky for her, Apatur was an excellent guesser and offered to show her the path home.
So, the while Apatur walked, and his newly acquainted fairy traversed the nearby woods, all he could do was ask questions about where she had came from. Her home world of Garla, a strange and beautiful land. Full of florescent forests and vibrant foliage that stretched for miles on end. Sporting every colour under the sun, a place she wished to return to.
And it was with that sentence, the little winged woman recognised her entry point. A place with raw magic in the air. A place full of mystery and a warning to Apatur from a young age. They found themselves in a small clearing in the trees, with the sun beaming down on a white rock, poking out of the ground. A waystone. Very little was known of these natural formations, but they were a dangerous thing to be near, for it was said they could send you spiralling into the cosmos. Leaving you lost and forever alone.
But to Sundew, it was different. The waystone was how she got to this world. All she did was simply fly too close, rest on the warm glowing rock and poof. She was in this unusual place. She thanked Apatur for helping her and showed him the way in which she travelled. Soon the little fairy vanished without a trace, leaving Apatur speechless.
Something happened to the young inventor that day, perhaps it was his conversations with Sundew or the first-hand experience of witnessing a waystone. But from that day forward, he had a new question he needed to solve. How did the waystone work?
And the rest, as they say, is history. He went on to experiment for years, testing every little thing he possibly could. Until one day, it all came to him in a dream. And he was able to understand the complex magic of waystone and traverse the realms at will. Rocketing his research further, he was the one responsible for creating the portal spell, as means of teleporting with purpose. He forged an alliance with the Fairy Realm, the realm of Dragons and one of the many realms of spirits. Apatur achieved this and so much more. Giving him the title, Acuran of Waystones. A legacy that would live on for the centuries that followed.
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