Sitting comfortably next to the spring, Aidan drank some of the water and then held out his hand to the reservoir. On his first attempt, he decided to test his death magic. He mastered her understanding a little, since there was nothing particularly complicated there. Of course, the ice was even easier, but with it, everything is clear. It's easy to guess what the magic of ice does, but life and death ... It all came down to understanding and feeling magic, he understood this from the grimoire. That is why, having touched him then, he received some kind of power necessary for awareness. Probably that very part of the changed curse of the dark magician of the past ... Now these are only feelings and vague guesses.

Stretching out his hand, Aidan noticed his pathetic look again. A weak body, thin sagging skin, and his fingers resembled the knuckles of a skeleton. Definitely in the future it is worth fattening yourself up and playing sports. You can't do much magic with a weak body ...

Focusing on magic was easier than he thought. She probably woke up a long time ago, maybe even in childhood. Therefore, he was instantly able to remember the knowledge he had gained about the magic of death. A chilling sensation immediately filled my entire mind, even my hand trembled. A very oppressive feeling immediately began to obey the magic of the Slayer of Gods and all the unpleasant sensations vanished as if by hand. Frowning, Aidan finally whispered:

- The trail of death ... - at the same moment a thin thread of black smoke escaped from his hand. She barely touched the grass when it immediately dried up and completely died. The whole effect then ended. The magic turned out to be not as strong as Aidan had assumed ...

His understanding and skills clearly did not match the more powerful death magic.

- Yeah, it's a pitiful sight ... I'm afraid with such magic I will only bang a couple of ants. Slapping them with the palm of your hand will do even faster. "With a slight grin, Aidan decided to try again. Whatever it was, but the first attempt at magic, for sure, and for others did not work out better ...So the first training in magic began in his life. As it turned out, the magic of death may well succumb and come out even better, but you need experience, and also control. So after almost five hours, Aidan finally ran out of steam, most of his reserves were completely used up. Death magic was also very expensive ...

As a result, all the grass in the area turned into withered and dead. Aidan was even able to harm the small tree by completely killing it - it just took the most energy on it.

Collapsing from fatigue, the guy again fit next to the fire and decided to rest. The sun was already setting over the horizon, so it was time to wrap up with magic. Naturally, he did not forget to spend an hour on strengthening the muscles of the legs and arms, trying to do at least some exercises. Otherwise, he picked up the berries again and took a bite.

- Tomorrow I will try to catch fish, the magic of life is under ... - Aidan grimaced sharply, immediately raised his hands and stared in amazement at his right palm. The arm was completely pale up to the elbow and eerie black veins appeared on the skin. It was with this hand that he used the magic of death not so long ago!

"How did it happen ?! Not a word is said about this in the book ... Damn it! " - the guy grimaced even more. The veins slowly spread to the shoulder. It was as if the arm was twisting, all the blood froze and sharp blades stuck into the meat. This is not even mentioning the state of mind, as if a grave cold burst into my head, oppressing all happy thoughts and hopes! Aidan focused again and gritted his teeth. He instinctively understood what to do in such a state, how to resist this oppressive feeling ...

Stretching out his left hand, he grabbed the trunk of a nearby tree with all his might and growled:- Die! - at the same moment, the thick trunk of the tree trembled, and then the terrifying power of death escaped from the wizard's hand. The leaves quickly began to dry out, and then fall to the ground. Some touched the fire and quickly burned out, while several landed on the body of their killer ...

Aidan pulled his hand and let out a sigh of relief. His whole body was covered with cold sweat from everything that had happened. He could not even imagine what would become of him, give in to the influence of death ...

`` Well ... I could not even think that on my first day of possession of ancient magic I would find myself in such a situation, '' wiping sweat from his forehead, he again leaned against the trunk of an already dead tree and breathed quickly:

- My body did not demand to kill, rather emotions succumbed to the influence of death magic and somehow distorted ... I needed to feel life, I clearly felt it. As if ... I wanted to embody everything forbidden. I really wanted to eat, drink and conjure at the same time, '' looking at his old hand, the guy sighed:

- How strange ... I really don't understand how everything happens. Looks like I overdid it using this magic. Yeah ... I'll keep in mind.

*

So the next days passed by the lonely tree. Since then, Aidan began to train already the magic of life, and then switched to the magic of ice.

Death was a kind of black smoke, which is a kind of embodiment of this ancient magic, the touch of which could kill a weak life, but not anything more. Simply put, a small drop of this power would definitely not harm people, even the most ordinary ones. Everything depended on the amount of magical power inherent in it. This, not to mention the control and the feelings invested in magic. These feelings can be called understanding of magic. The more you become aware of death or life, the stronger the magic will be. This is probably the key to development. Without proper understanding, something unpleasant can happen, like what happened not so long ago.

The magic of life was the opposite of death - something white and even gold, capable of bringing the dead back to life. For example, Aidan was able to use this magic to change the environment. He could not return life to dead plants, but he was able to turn the once small grass into huge thickets. Small trees into big ones and it was really impressive. Moreover, in the end he was able to completely heal each of his wounds ...

Leaning over the last of his cuts on his right knee, Aidan put his hand to the wound, and without touching it, concentrated. Following this, a snow-white light with an admixture of gold burst out of his palm. In just a matter of seconds, the small wound healed completely, leaving nothing but dirt on the knee. The magic of life was really impressive! Raising plants and healing is already something amazing. Compared to simply killing death magic, this is a very useful magic. At least for him ... Aidan could think of many uses, ranging from controlling trees. Life magic can even be used as a foundation in this world. Death is perhaps even prohibited by law, as evil magic. Therefore, it was definitely not worth shining on, and the management of life can generally be passed off as some kind of woody magic ...