Chapter 2: White Lies
Logan’s shut eyes fluttered open, their hazel color focusing on the world above him, visible to his eyes were the trees of the forest he occupied.
Observing the sparse golden beams of light that passed through the tree canopy, "Must be sunrise. The next day" he surmised to himself before getting up only to find himself in a crater.
Images of the previous day’s events flashed through his head, "The crystal" Logan gasped, his eyes darting around to find it but to no avail.
He released a breath before heading back to the river, he approached it intending to have a quick bath.
As soon as he stood over the water, he subconsciously stared at his reflection and as usual could see his white skin, hazel brown eyes and white hair.
’Wait, WHITE HAIR??!!’ Logan screamed in his mind, "When did this happen? How did I suddenly contract the Mirror plague?" Panic filled every inch of Logan.
He placed his hands together, forming signs as he spoke in an unknown tongue, wisps of darkness gathered around him giving birth to eight arrows made of darkness,
"Death Arrows" Logan cast the first spell he had ever gotten and with a thought, the arrows flew about 100 meters before dissipating into dangerous, corrosive wisps.
Logan inwardly heaved a sigh of relief, he had half expected the spell to turn into one of the light element because as far as public knowledge went, changing of elemental streaks was one of the sure signs of that accursed plague.
He calmed himself. The elemental streak for light was silver—not white. But with a disease as strange as the Mirror Plague, anything was possible.
He cast a few more spells to ensure there was nothing wrong with his magic before he proceeded to suppress the few skeptical thoughts in his head and head into the river without bothering to take off his ’clothes’.