Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

After finishing his meal and settling his tab, Jaegar asked the barmaid about lodgings. She directed him to a nearby inn, nothing fancy but clean and affordable. It was all he needed.

The inn was a squat, two-story building with peeling paint and a slightly crooked sign. The innkeeper, a portly man with a bushy moustache, eyed Jaegar warily as he entered.

"I'm looking for a room," Jaegar said, approaching the counter.

The innkeeper grunted. "Two silvers a night, breakfast included."

Jaegar nodded, counting out the coins from his dwindling purse. The room key he received was heavy and slightly rusted, but it would do. He climbed the creaking stairs to the second floor, finding his room at the end of a narrow hallway.

The room was small and sparsely furnished, with a narrow bed, a wooden chair, and a small table. A single window looked out over the back alley, letting in the faint sounds of the town settling down for the night. It wasn't much, but it was private, and that was what Jaegar needed most.

Locking the door behind him, Jaegar let out a long breath. For the first time in days, he allowed himself to truly relax.

His arcane powers, which had grown exponentially after his recent advancement, needed attention. The unstable surge he had experienced earlier had been a stark reminder of the dangers of unchecked magical growth. He needed to balance them and make them stable so he could avoid any drawbacks.

Jaegar moved to the center of the small room and sat down, crossing his legs beneath him. He closed his eyes, taking deep, measured breaths as he began to enter a meditative state.

After a couple of seconds, his form slowly started to rise into the air, just above the floor. He was now levitating; he was focused with his eyes closed.

In his mind's eye, he visualized his arcane energy as a swirling vortex of colours. Blues and purples intertwined with flashes of silver and gold, pulsing with raw power. But the edges were ragged and unstable. Tendrils of energy lashed out erratically, threatening to break free from his control.

And then there was the crimson haze that covered almost his entire mind space. It wasn't doing anything, as it seemed to swirl around.

Not far from these, there were the red flames, the earth flame, burning fiercely. Not only that, a figure obscured in the hot, mottled lava crouched beside the flames, like he was resting. He was the flame deity; he was still recuperating.

But suddenly, the energies inside the space were running rampant, and the flame deity woke up from his slumber. He watched the different types of energy swirling, and soon his focus was drawn to Crimson Jaegar, who was sitting cross legged as the energies were moving around him.

He could feel the intense pressure, and he could tell that it wasn't just simple arcane magic; it was god's old magic. Those faint crimson hazes, which attracted his attention, made him sure that it was the power of the gods.

"What the hell is this kid?" he muttered as he observed what Jaegar was trying to do.

Jaegar focused his will, imagining himself as a conductor, guiding and shaping the chaotic energies. Slowly and painstakingly, he began to smooth out the rough edges, coaxing the wild surges back into a more manageable form.

Hours passed as Jaegar delved deep into his psyche, wrestling with the untamed forces within him. He lost all sense of time, completely absorbed in his internal struggle.

The first rays of dawn were peeking through his window when he finally opened his eyes, his body stiff from sitting motionless for so long.

Then he heard the flame deity's voice inside his head: "I have to say, you are more mysterious than any human I have met."

Jaegar replied, remembering that he was still inside his mind space. "You're done sleeping?"

The voice came as a grunt: "I wasn't sleeping. It's you! You have drained all of my power when you were inside my pool."

"Okay. So, when will you get out of my head?"

Flame deity replied, "It's not like I want to stay here. It's just that I can't."

"Can you be specific?"

"In the temple that you were in, I was confined there, stripped of my flames; as you know, the red flame you are using is the first of three flames."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"There are two more flames?"

"Yes, I had left with the earth flame, and the other two were sealed somewhere around the mortal realm. I can feel them. If I reunite my flames, I will be whole again, and I can return to Klineonar."

"Then go and get your flames."

"Well, if it were that simple, I would have done that long ago. I was restrained in that temple, used as a tool for those puny humans and gods. Now that I think about it, they haven't come looking for me."

"What are you on about?"

Jaegar felt his presence was like him intruding, and he didn't like him being inside his mind.

As if reading Jaegar's mind, "It's not like I have a choice. Ahh!" The voice sounded like a sigh. "And you have got yourself my flames. I don't know how you did it, but you have obtained the earth's red flame power. It's like my own version, maybe even more powerful. How did you do that?"

Jaegar didn't know how it happened either; after the transformation, it was like it was present inside him.

The flame deity inside the mind space was staring at the earth's red flame as he spoke.

"I thought you had given me," Jaegar said as he got up and walked to the window.

Deity's voice said, "And why would I do that? That too, for you," he paused and continued, "if I have to guess, your arcane magic, it's the ancient magic; it may be the reason for it."

Jaegar could tell what he was talking about.