In Morocco, in one of Marrakech's public squares, a large crowd was stirring. Magical spells were beginning to fly through the air... A policeman who had seen the commotion was trying to calm the inhabitants, who had formed a circle around an individual. The policeman made his way over and witnessed a strange sight: a very tall, fair-skinned creature was sitting down. His hair, on his round, wrinkle-free face, was made of fine bone filaments, and with his black hands, which clashed with his skin, he was feeding on a mana crystal.
The policeman, hearing the insults he received from the crowd, deduced that this creature had stolen a mana crystal from a shop assistant.
An ambitious young cop, he advanced towards the creature, magic neutralization weapon out and ready to fire.
"Whatever you are, do you understand my language?"
The creature had swallowed the last of the crystal whole, then its face turned to the robed policeman. It stared at him with its violet eyes, and the next second its eyes turned to the policeman's dark brown.
"Cease magic, this instant, and put both arms to the ground!"
The crowd recoiled instinctively.
The creature placed both hands on the ground. Slowly, the ground vibrated, and vibrated again, louder and louder.
"EARTHQUAKE! TAKE COVER".
A huge fault cut across the square and continued all the way to the sea.
It had been a rough night, and I couldn't stop thinking about Professor Dim's exam. When I woke up, Nizé was bouncing on the blanket of my bed, giving my hand a peck on the cheek.
"Good morning Nizé" I stretched my still-lying muscles. "Sleep well?"
"Nizé hungry! Anoir revenant! "He had an authoritative air despite his small stature.
"That thing we did with the sardines again? Why?"
Nizé continued to croak, trying to explain, but I was having trouble fully understanding the problem. I had left him the remains of my dinner last night after my research.
However, the raven continued to flap its wings.
"Let's keep it down, it's 7 o'clock and you'll wake Charles Junior."
"Nizé hungry!"
Unable to calm him down, I resigned myself to doing what he wanted.
I put on a red sweater and a jogging suit, grabbed my keys and looked for my phone for 10 minutes before remembering that it had been stolen.
The fresh air of the garden definitely woke me up from my lethargy. With a bun in my hand, I made my way to the place where I'd burnt my shoes - only small traces of ash remained.
If I remember correctly, I.... brought sardines back to life? Once again, my memory was as hazy as possible. So, in theory, I must find a dead animal. I smiled wryly as I wondered if there was any legal prohibition against this. After all, the state of Albania had written a law to prevent chimney smoke from being evaporated into drinkable water.
Lost in thought, Nizé swooped down and the next thing I knew, he was presenting me with a large rat with a wound on the back of its neck. One of its legs was still running on its own.
"Anoir Necromancy! "
"Good job Nizé, my turn I guess."
I gathered my memories where I had done with the sardines, and infused him with my magic.
Something wasn't quite right though...
The rat began to turn into a dark mist, each particle changing. The opaque mist slid out of my grasp, towards the ground. And a goblin appeared! If there was one thing I was sure of, it was that he was hostile towards me, judging by the regular chattering of his teeth.
The goblin leapt up with his hands to strangle me.
"Anoir! Beat!"
Nizé's powerful voice snapped me out of my surprise and I launched a right hook into his chest, where his liver should be.
However, a man and a goblin don't have the same organ layout....
No sooner had he touched the ground than he pounced again, this time towards my legs, fangs out.
In a move I knew by heart, I landed the uppercut that had won me my last chess boxing match, and the goblin was thrown 2m, both canines shattered.
"K.o, winner, Anoir" I caught my breath.
"Damn it! Does my magic just want to destroy me or what?!"
"Kill! Kill!" shouted Nizé as he gave quick licks to where the goblin's heart was.
"I...I... Never killed Nizé" My body was shaking because I knew that's what I had to do, a goblin in the middle of town is like putting an elephant in a crib.
There was a 4-pointed rake lying on the ground near the tarin flowers my mother was growing.
I grabbed it, stood facing the goblin, holding the rake over his heart....
"Any last words?"
He opened his eyes and was about to pounce again...!
I plunged the rake in with a jerk, and it didn't move. I'd won this fight.
His body gradually turned to black mist, and where before had been a ferocious goblin, a rat that this time, no longer moved, had taken its place.
"Anoir necromancy?" Nizé's gentle tone cleared my thoughts.
I repeated the process, infusing my magic, and this time a purple crystal, darker than yesterday's, materialized in my hand. I shattered it.
The ecstasy was even more intense, a paradise of serenity and calm invaded me for a few seconds, then left me.
"Anoir, what are you doing with that rat and the pitchfork?"
My brother Charles Junior looked at me, curious and slightly shaken.
Anoir explained to his brother that he'd mastered magic by now, and rather clumsily invented a lie so as not to frighten him and alert the parents. Around 10 a.m., the mail arrived, and among Charles' many business letters, one was addressed to Anoir.
When he opened it in his private room, his surprise was complete:
"We witnessed the demonstration of your magic this morning at 7:34 in your garden. We know.
Signed: Coffee cream.
The next second, he closed his curtains.