The mage interrupted the girl in reminiscence, “Second question, why do you choose my identity to project for yours?”
The girl’s voice was suffused with fervour, “You are mysterious, respected, free to do whatever you want, and capable of all kinds of magic.”
“But I don’t really know all kinds of magic and I am not totally free from the chains of the magic journal.”
Georgia Yilton the Mage
“Thanks for reminding me of the awesome power from the magic journal that I inherited,” the mage blushed at the unexpected compliment and clarified her limitations, “but I don’t really know all kinds of magic and I am not totally free from the chains of the magic journal.” The mage seemed perplexed about her own projecting a false image in the same way.
The girl developed her false identity just to survive on the no-magic land. She was aware of being a survivor all the while and missed a grander vision of reality. This adversarial confrontation with her own mage changed the shape of her heart gradually. When she had undergone a complete process of metamorphosis, it was believed that she would make her true self debut in the title role of her own story.
Talking about the magic journal triggered vivid flashbacks in which the girl retravelled around Germany in heart-warming detail. It was then unknown how the mage could conjure spirits of magical creatures from the magic journal and allowed them to celebrate free will. It was also unusual for a human to bring along nine magical creatures on a trip. Thank goodness there were no travel restrictions imposed by most transportation providers in Germany.
In Dresden, the girl contemplated the imagined good things and wallowed in self-pity with Bianca and Chococo. They rethought about life assignments and continued their search for the enchanted spell without knowing why and how, still feeling jolly and content.
Then in Weimar, the girl was bombarded with history and heritage as to how a place could simultaneously hold traumatic moments and romantic poetry. She connected with more magical creatures any time she opened up her senses. Since the awakening of her heart, awareness and inner peace blossomed.
But in Bayreuth, the girl was stunned and momentarily befuddled by the package that came with a complete mage’s identity, including the responsibilities and a great deal of donkey work to keep up with the magic technicalities. She suspected once she was the mage of the little beasts travelling together by no sheer coincidence. She was soon relieved when Prince assured her that she was not their mage. Probably she would love to put on the glamour of waving a wand or similar but be better off leaving the almost unnoticed, dreary, tedious hard work behind.
The mage believed that the girl was merely trying to avoid the appearance of a caterpillar during her transformation. The metamorphosis was indeed her life metaphor. But it would have engendered a lot of fierce controversy in magical academia whether the girl’s transformation could still be validated without passing the ultimate endurance test. It was the view of magic that she held on to, by learnt knowledge or by intuition, in her mind as she lived out her life with passion each day and grew to the person of her own expectation, with little reference to the mage’s blueprint.
The expression of her life metaphor through an outward appearance of a human was shallow, but it did provide some insights into how she expected instant magic could work through life.
“Last question, who are you? What’s your name?” demanded the mage.