Wordscapist: The Myth (The Way of the Word Book 1) by Arpan Panicker Read Free Book Online Page B

defines.”
       Anton Javier Silversmith, I repeated the name in my head, the name behind the legend. It was not AJ Silvus after all. I wondered why the name sounded familiar. And before I could wonder further, my attention was grabbed by the space warp forming at the crux. It was beginning to thicken.
        Silvus continued chanting the words.
     
    “I call the legend, the lore, the Wordscapist
    All that has ever been imagined
    The power, the ability, the wisdom
    I call it down to the spirit”
     
         I saw the CM shoot up like a thermometer thrust into fire. The numbers raced through to 100 and kept going. The space warp froze in a strange, twisted miasma, waiting for the rest of the words.
     
    “What every wordsmith has dreamt of
    The gift to shape reality wilfully
    To create, protect and destroy
    Let this spirit be all that the myth is
    Let it be silent and potent
    Invisible and intense
    Inaudible and timeless
    Intangible and limitless
    Let it be shaped in the silhouette of its bearer
    Ready to wield
    At the breath of a word
    At the summoning of a thought”
     
         With the last word, the warp went crazy, running into a funnel of furiously chaotic time and space. Slowly, a shape emerged, that of a tortured, struggling human silhouette. It was painful to the eye to the see the sheer violence of the warped transformation this shape was going through, threatening to rip apart the very fabric of the space it occupied. I sneaked another look at the CM. 150 and still going strong. We were in outer scape!
     
    “I weave into reality
    The legend, the lore
    The Wordscapist
    Let it be!”
     
         Everything froze. The crux with its silhouette, poignantly reaching out to the heavens in an attempt to escape, the rest of the forum of wordsmiths, and even the Mastersmith himself. There was a painful silence. The wind had stopped. The light had a peculiar, other-worldly tinge to it. The silhouette slowly dissolved into a swirling shape that was rich with indescribable colours, rotating with its evanescent arms twisting together to a sharp peak. I could see the others hold their breath as Silvus slowly raised his hands. This was the moment. The CM read an incredible 186. Silvus was going to reach 200 after all. All that was left was the assignment and Silvus would become the Wordscapist!
         And then all hell broke loose.
         The scape crux exploded, a million shards of twisted time-space cast all around. A black, snarling shape tore through, caught for a moment in frozen motion. A vague, blurred memory of teeth, claws and muscle remained as it landed, sliding to a stop with its claws screeching against the rock. It was immediately followed by three more similar shapes coming out of the smoky remains of the space warp, all bounding out in different directions. My heart stopped as I noticed the shape of these beasts. They were wildcats, bigger than tigers. But there were no tigers in this world that came close to these nightmares. Huge cats a peculiar electric midnight blue in colour, with glowing green eyes, and jaws with huge sabre-like teeth that almost glowed a hellish yellow hue. They now stood before the wordsmiths, one before each, their tails flicking menace. I saw the look of shock on Silvus’s face and saw his lips moving. The words appeared on my screen.
         “This is too soon! She should not be here!”
         Sign!
         My eyes went back to the scape crux. The form in the centre had reappeared. Only, this time it looked different. And then it moved, walking out of the smoke and stepping off the crux. Out of the smoke, emerged the most exotic woman I had ever seen. Her skin was so dark it was almost black, but black like some kind of flowing, glittering liquid. It flowed as she moved, swirling with every expression that flitted across her face. She had long hair that swayed with every step she took, moving with a muscular sinuousness akin to that of a snake. She was