Something drew Cyrus to stop at a small pool to take out the book and just as he expected, words began to fade into view. It was almost like they waited to be looked upon to reveal what was written. Once more the brevity of the words written both stumped and amazed him. It was almost like it was from another world with its language but that was impossible.

" *Metal is used in the production of our swords and armor. Now this 'silicon'. I have never heard of it. * " To say the mage was getting irate would be an understatement. Once again the writer said magic was not real. Inside he could feel the fire burning. His emotions a swirling maelstrom which he had to quiet to continue writing. " *I never once assumed you were a child. However your constant denial of a world that is true is quiet annoying. *"

He read the next part finding it easier to answer the words one part at a time. Skimming over the part about 'robots' and 'computers' But stopped at the mention of living above the clouds. Now he was getting curious. " *Einhal isn't a 'platform', it is the land that we live on. I've never heard of this 'BlueBell' and I feel as if you are just leading me on. " As he continued his eyes caught the word child and he could feel his magic burn in his hand which he released into the book. Rather then burning the book or scorching a hole through it, his fire simply disappeared. No.. That isn't what happened. He could feel the pull of his magic somewhere. No where nearby but it was still within his power. This knowledge calmed him and he turned the burning white flame that was now in front of Jo into a gentle blue fire rose. His free hand scirbbled the words " * If magic isn't real. Then explain why we can speak. Or explain what happened to my fire. *" Cyrus had a feeling that the book was a portal of some sort. How, He had no idea but he intended to find out. Leaving the book open he stood up and started moving off the road a little bit to an indent in the land where he could rest and see just how she responded. He also kept the flame rose from burning out with just a fraction of his minds power. Just enough to keep him focused on the task now that he had one.