Chapter 709: Operating on the Soul


    It was in the early hours of the morning when Alexander Roth began experimenting on his soul.


    The sun had crept over the horizon in Generasi, lighting up the rooftops, peaks and towers of its vast skyline. Yet, Alex was not outside under the waking sun, thoughmere hours beforehe, Theresa, and ygon were burning bodies behind a giant s cottage thousands of miles to the north.


    Theyd returned home that evening, unwound with Selina, filling her in on what had happened in the ice-encrusted forests of Kymnd, then turned in for some rest.


    He was up a couple of hourster to creep down to hisboratory in the basement, bringing three things with him, one borrowed from Professor ValRok.


    A knife.


    One made of bane.


    A knife made to cut not flesh, but the soul.


    And it was that knife that was beside Alex.


    And as the hours passed, hed tried to meditatewith ygon standing silently near himhelping to calm his mind, body and spirit. It was no simple task tonight; he kept thinking about Keldas fate, not wanting to share it.


    Yet, here he was, walking the same path as hers, wanting desperately not to take it to the same conclusion she had.


    He had been trying to get himself ready to literally use a sharp de to cut away slivers of his soul, following the advice of a half-mad lizardman wizard whod promised it would grow back.


    Alex had faced many challenges so far; he could have lost anything from some coin, to something as precious as his life.


    Yet, hed never been in any situation where he risked losing his soul; even if hed died, there would have been an after-world waiting for him. But, if his soul was obliterated? From what he understoodthere would be nothing.


    With those thoughts rolling around in his head, he tried to meditate.


    Though, the Intrusive thoughts kept guing him.


    What if I cant calm myself? he wondered. What if the idea that Ill be experimenting with my own soul stops me from finding peace. What if I mess up? Oh, by the Traveller, what if the Mark thinks Im trying to fight <em>myself</em> and starts interfering? What if Uldar hid some kind of protection on the Mark that makes my head explode if I try to get rid of it? What if


    He shook his head, taking a deep breath, trying to let those swirling thoughts pass.


    As he had done for years.


    Yet, this time, nothing was working.


    His heart pounded in his chest.


    He could hear it in his ears.


    He fought his breathing, needing to keep it slow and steady.


    Calm down, Alex, he thought, knowing well that those words wouldnt help. You have to do this. Theres no question about it; you <em>have</em> to. People are relying on you to change the Mark. Youre relying on <em>yourself</em> to change the Mark, but you cant stretch your mana pool unless you calm down, so just calm the hells


    <em>Father?</em>


    Gah! Alex yelped.


    From beside him, ygons iron form loomed in the dimly lit room. <em>Are youokay? Your breathing isvery heavy</em>


    Yeah, Im nervous, buddy. I wont lie, The young wizard was on his back on a long table he used for harvesting monster parts for alchemical ingredientslying stark naked with only the symbol of the Traveller hanging from his neck.


    On a table beside him were three items; the first was a mana-ectosm solution-coated sk for capturing his soul particles, the second, a mana-ectosm solution-coated set of copper tweezers, andstly, the soul de.


    The bane knife gleamed in the low light, filling him with dread.


    <em>Do you need a breakfather?</em>


    Not yet, Alex said. But he looked at ygon. Could umwell, this is a little embarrassing


    <em>Anythingfather</em> ygon said, taking a step forward. <em>IfI can help youthen let me help!</em>


    Then, um, could you sing? Alex asked. I find it calming.


    There was a long pause.


    <em>Yesfather</em> ygon said warmly, his voice changing to a mature womans gentle, clear tones. <em>I willsing for you.</em>


    And ygon began to sing.


    His song was a simple onesung in Generasi during the fabouting harvests and restful days. He sang of bountiful sea life swimming through the ocean. Of peaceful sunrises and gentle chill<strong>.</strong> He sang of wine and foaming mugs of ale, hot food and family.


    ygon sang of peace and of rest.


    He sang of hope.


    The song was gentle, simple in melody, its beautying from its sincerity. Yet, it also touched the heart with sadness. Mncholy. Longing.


    And, Alex understood why.


    ygon sang of things he would never know.


    Not first hand, at least.


    The golem would never tire, never age and never need rest. The bountiful fish in the Prinean sea, the wine, the foaming ale and hot foodthey would never pass through his lips. Hed never know the pleasure of a hot meal on a warm tongue. He wouldnt know chill or heat the same way Alex would.


    ygon was a man of metalonce of y and stonenot flesh, and muscle, and bone.


    His personal world was different from Alexs own, and theforts of a mortal human were as physically alien to ygon, as magic was to the average mortal.


    Yet, there was onefort the golem hade to understand well.


    One word thatwhen he sang itcaused waves of warmth andfort to wash through their link.


    Family.


    ygon knew what family was. Hed experienced it every single day since hede into their lives. Not just any family either, but one that loved him and loved each other; a group of people linked beyond blood, but by caring and fellowship.


    That was hisfort.


    His feelings washed over Alex like a thick nket on a winters day, and the wizard no longer felt so afraid. Nothing material had actually changed; he was still about to cut away a part of his soul, but now he didnt feel alone, he felt safe.


    Taking a deep breath he smiled, feeling content, silently returning to his meditation as ygons soothing voice filled theboratory.


    In time, his heartbeat and breathing slowed.


    Warmth soothed him.


    Calm seeped through his body, muscles rxed, his mind drifted peacefully. Soon, there was only him and the song; all disquieting thoughts and fears melted away.


    Alex was ready, he sat up.


    Fingers curled around the knife handle, then the tweezers, both were shockingly cold on his skin. He took another deep breath, calming himself. His attention fell on his right foot, lingering on his toes. ValRok had suggested books in the advanced magic lore section of the library that talked of different aspects of the soul, including its shape.


    <em>The soul is a mirror of the idealised physical form, </em>wrote Siefried Stouffer, in volume I of <em>True Nature of the Soul and Its Uses in Magic.</em>


    <em>When freed of a vessel, it can change and shift into a more idealised form of what lies within the core of a mortal being. However, when trapped in a mortal, its shape is influenced by that body; much like a liquid, it will change shape to conform to its vessel to a certain degree. Its extremities will be the bodys extremities, while its heart will be the bodys heart.</em>


    Its extremities will be the bodys extremities, Alex whispered, wondering where he should cut. Maybe the little toe.


    He ced the bottle<strong></strong>by his foot, then bent toward it with the bane de in one hand and the tweezers in the other. Calmly, he guided the knife to the tip of his little toe, flinching as it broke the skin.


    No pain came. Not yet, at least. Only a sudden shock, as if hed dipped the toe in a vat of ice water. Breathing slowly, Alex waitedadjusting to the sensationcalling on the Mark to guide him.


    No images appeared; no past experiences were there to help him prepare for what he had to do.


    Nothing for it, then, he muttered, listening to ygons gentle song as the point of the knife slid deeper into his toe.


    The tweezers were poised and ready.


    The de touched something solid. Alex didnt hesitate.


    He went deeper.


    Carving away a bit of his soul with one quick precise motion.


    Agh!


    <em>Pain.</em>


    Unlike any hed ever felt in his life. It wasnt the greatest agony hed ever experienced; it wasnt the ragged stab of Burn-Saws de, or the excruciating wounds hed taken in battle.


    Nor did it feel like the searing mental anguish the Mark forced on his mind.


    It was lessbut deeper. It was the only description he could find for it. A shock tore through both his body and spirit when something that should never have been severed, was.


    Alex wanted to cry out, he wanted to fling the bane knife against a wall; but he held on, keeping his breathing even and his grip on the de steady, slowly drawing it from his body.


    The soul des tip was coated in a tiny mass of <em>blinding</em> radiance; like the sun had suddenly appeared in the windowless room.


    ygons song abruptly stopped.


    <em>That isbeautiful</em> the golem said. <em>Is thata soul?</em>


    A little piece of one, Alex said, using the tweezers to grip the substance; it was strange and uniqueboth liquid and solid at onceclinging together as Alex gently ced it in the bottle.


    Metal clinking on ss startled him; the tweezers rattled against the bottles mouth, as his hand began shaking, the tweezers ttering against the lip.


    He shook his head, slowly plucking the soul-substance from the rim, letting it slip from the tweezers to the bottom of the bottle and capping it, his eyes fixed on the radiance sparkling through the ss.


    Quietlyor as quietly as an iron golem could manageygon stepped closer, peering at the bottle. <em>A pieceof fathers soulhow incredible</em>


    It is, isnt it, Alex whispered, mesmerised. Its so brightbut I suppose I should have expected that. Careys soul was bright too, remember?


    <em>I remember</em> ygon sounded in awe. <em>Are you going to cutmore tonight</em>


    Alex shook his head. I should give myself some time to heal firstbut even if I wanted to keep going, I couldnt; my soul is <em>anything</em> but calm right now.


    <em>Its a startrightfather?</em>


    Yep, and its a process thatll take time, Alex looked at the bottle critically. Ill need to fill this bottle if Im going to make an artificial mana pool, and theres only so much soul substance I can harvest in a single night.


    <em>Hmmmwill you be able to study your soulso you canchange the Markwhen you find Keldassanctum?</em> ygon asked.


    Yes, Alex said. I should have plenty of time to study it in the time it takes for me to harvest enough for my mana pool. He tapped the ss, marvelling at the radiance within it.


    It held a beauty that was humbling to look upon.


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    Mr. Roth, youre doing what with your what? Professor Jules gripped her temples as though battling a pressure headache that threatened to burst her skull. She leaned over her desk, her expression looking as though she was heartbeats away from popping a blood vessel, or strangling someone. Did I just hear you say that youre harvesting your soulto create an artificial mana pool? Or have I slipped intoplete madness?


    Thats right, Alex said, sitting in front of her desk. I meant the part about my mana pool is right, not the part about you slipping into madness.


    Ah, of course. Of course, you would be doing something like that! Why did I ever <em>try</em> to teach you anything about safety? Or <em>sense?</em> And I take it you were introduced to this insanity by that wretched ValRok?


    Yeah, howd you know? the young wizard asked.


    Because only he or that old goat would be insane enough to advise a student to start cutting up their soul like amon butcher, Professor Jules rolled her eyes. How?


    How what? Alex asked.


    How do you attract the <em>very</em> worst influences as mentors? she asked mournfully. Baelin, ValRok


    You.


    Pardon?


    Youre one of my mentors too, professor, he pointed out.


    Sheughed, throwing her head back andughing like she would never stop. Then why does mymon<em> sense</em> never rub off on you? Why is it that you absorb madness like a sponge, yet sense and restraint flee from you?


    Uh. His eyes darted back and forth. I


    Dont answer that. Even if the question werent rhetorical, I probably still wouldnt like the answer. A simple what have you been up today, Mr. Roth was met with, I was shearing my soul like amon sheep, so I <em>dread</em> the answer to why you seem to enjoy madness so much. In any case, Im prattling on. What is it, Alex? Do you need something <em>sane</em> from me?


    Do you know how to make a ward, professor? he asked. I need to help a pair of giants, before they take me to a thieves guild in the middle of the Irtyshenan Empire.


    Her eyes narrowed. That was on purpose.


    Wait, what now?


    You phrased it that way on purpose.


    ...yes.


    Mr. Roth, I swear if I dont kill you first, you are going to be the death of me.