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of
memories”.
    “The symbol, as I mentioned is
merely a depiction of protection; feel it within you, say the words and hold
them true to yourself, hold them like a mother does her child. Come with me if
you may? Let us put the knowledge you have gained into practice”.
    Following Zinmbe down from her
dwelling, we walked up a steep mound, the path walled by boulders that appeared
to have plummeted down from pastures set in the sky above.
    With each step the walk up became
more strenuous, my soles frolicking in the mud below, until we at last reached
the top; in doing so we caught sight of a very striking courtyard. The pillars
that surrounded the courtyard were made of marble, buffed to the finest degree;
flower beds sat between each, with a group of precious stones embossed into
place. A majestic water fountain fed by a nearby stream, was towards the rear
of the courtyard, it was beautifully clean, with carved stone foliage creeping
up from the base; the water looked as if though it had become polished, as it
yielded the sun’s gaze. 
    Upon the top of the pillars lay
blocks of refined stone, each of which had small sections cut out into various
outlines; so as for when the day dawned, till the sun did set, a portrayal of
art from nature’s palette would spill forth upon the centre of the courtyard;
lit by magnificence rendered by form.
    We walked to the centre of the
courtyard and then Zinmbe turned to speak to me.
    “Avis, you are a pleasant woman,
but you need to guard yourself ready for your journey. Let us prepare. I will
summon a dark spirit forth, are you prepared? ”.
    “No… ”.
    “ Good , let us begin”.
    “ Eorvra san
shimakay, volankol satami ”.
     With those words spoken, a
violent struggle between land and air took forth. The casting of darkness upon
the ground, the placing of a vile container of ruptured hearts; the pain I
could sense forming before me, the tortured souls combined as one. I could see
a creature forming out of the melee of the rotten flesh; black as the night
that death did embrace, it had eyes like silver eclipses, shimmering virtues
lost. A tongue, cruel in intent, protruded forth, tasting the bitter scent of
battle that was about to ensue.
    Stepping forward, it sported
ragged clothing, decaying from the creature’s abominable touch. Venting in a
furious unhallowed roar, it took a step closer to me, and again, soon it was
half the distance to me and I began to panic; what do I do? I looked at Zinmbe.
    “Recite the words Avis, do it now ”.
    Thinking quickly as the creature
began to run towards me, I said:
    “Uklay heuson vareno” .
    “Avis No, ‘ Uklay san
heuson vareno’”.
    Just as the creature was upon me,
I managed to declare the sacred words; with them spoken a dull haze surrounded
my body, protecting me from every angle, every swipe it took did not affect me,
but I was still fearful and distressed. Zinmbe quickly banished it back to the
labyrinth of despair it called home.
    “That was close Avis, one moment
longer and you would have been gone. Now the incantation you used was only for
temporary measures, it quickly dissipates from existence, so you will have to
learn accurate and strong defence magick, as well as of course predatory attack
methods”.
    “ Yes , thank you for your considerate …
training techniques, I will be sure to return the favour”. I said in an
abhorrent manner.
    “Now, now Avis do not get
hostile, that was merely training, in reality it was minor compared with what
you shall soon discover, but for now let us return to the village to rest,
tomorrow we will need to practice again”.
    Turning back, we left the
courtyard and headed down the steep mound. I was somewhat agitated with Zinmbe,
her teaching methods were dangerous, how easily I could have been slain just
moments before and it seemed not to even cause a single frown upon her
forehead, as if it was normal.
    Passing by her dwelling, I took
note of the surrounding area. It was now