Odin finished learning another spell, or better said a Battle Magic spell.

The magic tomes brought by his Master did not require a Magic Wind to cast, but they did get stronger for a Wind user.

Odin was particularly fascinated with the three Auras: Resistance, Protection and Invulnerability. While they weren't as strong as the cheeky names suggested, they did provide an insight into becoming as durable as his Master.

Same again for the mobility spells, Accelerate Time, Fleetfoot and Flight. There were also spells to increase his strength like Hammerhand or Magical Might, but Odin didn't consider them as important. He would never match a bear in pure strength, not to mention a Dragon.

And he didn't need to anyways. His Amber Claws were deadly enough, if they could make contact with an enemy.

Armor or weapons, skin or bones, they simply parted like rain in front of his special Claws.

Taking a deep breath, Odin began layering auras and mobility spells then jumped from the Waldenhof's walls and flew like a hawk. For 3 seconds he felt like a real Wizard: strong, fast and durable, flying too.

Then his magic reserves reached their end and he fell, Amber Claws vanishing as well.

'Little Odin is being reckless again?' A curious voice appeared in his mind, as the Imperial Dragon plucked him in mid-fall before he landed into the hay stack at the base of the wall. He might be reckless, not suicidal.

'What do you want, Jet?' Odin growled as the Dragon caught speed and flew towards the World's Edge Mountains faster than a cannonball. Much faster.

'What do I want? I hunted 97 Trolls and blinded them a hundred times each. Just because the Warden has a stupid apprentice blind in one eye.' Jet growled in annoyance, then landed on a rocky outcrop filled with Troll bones. Almost a hundred Trolls, going by the skulls.

"Wait! Lady Rivia said the injury is too old. It can't be healed anymore." Odin exclaimed in a wary voice, but it was too late.

A swipe from the Dragon's claw gouged out both his eyes, including the good one.

'Who cares what a human Wizard says! I am a Dragon. Cure!' Jet proclaimed in a confident tone, and light returned into both of Odin's eyes.

A strange kind of double vision made Odin wobble with the loss of balance. Jet was covered in a magic glow, like burning metal, while his heart glowed with warm light. "You made things worse! I see glowing things now..." Odin muttered, although he touched his eye to make sure it was back again.

Maybe Master was right. Dragons were bullshit.

The Dragon examined the young apprentice for a minute. 'Different, but not worse. You must have gained a form of magic sight, like I have. Now show me those spells!' he demanded in a hurried mental voice.

Odin sighed and began forming the new spells he just learned. Why would a Dragon want to learn weak Battle Magic? He had no idea. But since he gained his eye back, might as well reward the big Dragon with new spells.

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Jet just waited patiently, and just nodded after each spell.

"These five spells are the newest ones. I also learned Flight...but I don't think you need it." Odin explained while channeling to recover more mana.

'Show me! If I need it or not, it's not your concern.' the Imperial Dragon demanded in a cold tone.

Odin floated a meter in the air, then dropped down into a pile of Troll bones.

Jet sighed audibly, and muttered something like '...a dozen new settings', before grabbing Odin and flying back to the castle at super-speed.

Slowing down and flying over the training grounds, Jet dropped Odin and picked up Thor with his other claw then flew away.

"I only have one spell! Come back next month!" Thor yelled before the Dragon just vanished in a crazy burst of speed.

A minute later, Thor was dumped back on the ground and the Dragon saluted in mid-air before heading North towards Ostermark.

"You had a new spell? Which one?" Odin asked his intellectually-challanged brother.

"Ah. I learned Wind Blast. It was the only one that worked with my wolf-form." Thor explained in a proud voice.

Odin clenched his fist and managed not to sigh, or yelled in outrage. He never got the gist of the Wind Blast, and his brother could use it even while in White Wolf form? "You should try Lightning Bolt next. Jet will like it too." he advised his brother as they walked towards the stairs.

Thor frowned for a minute, then nodded. "You got your eye back?" he noted a minute too late.

"Dragons are bullshit." Odin answered in a calm voice, and his brother smiled widely. "Haha. They sure are. Maybe Master can catch a few more."

Odin wanted to shout and explained it was impossible, but with his Master impossible was merely a matter of punching a bit harder. If he could find half a dozen wives, he may find more Dragons too.

"You should suggest that to him, Thor. I did the rings last time." Odin deflected the problem onto his luckier brother.

Truly, the Heavens and the Gods loved idiots. Master had an excuse, since he would only scratch his head in confusion if a comet struck him down, but Thor would likely destroy an enemy army and also find a precious relic in the crater.

And indeed, Thor sniffed the air and poked the wall to the side. "Lady Emma? Should I ask Master to find more Dragons?" he asked in an innocent voice.

As expected, Thor learned Detect Magic simply by associating it with a better sense of smell, and then forgot to turn it off. No wonder the big Dragon liked Thor so much.

As for Odin, while a bit envious on Thor, he mostly wanted to be like his Master. One day, he will fight a Dragon too.

"Hmmm. I'm not sure about more Dragons..but one more should be all right." the Grey mage inside the wall mused out loud, then stepped through a shadow and ruffled Thor head as if he was a precocious genius.

Odin had seen the spell happen, two dimensions superimposed for a second, while Lady Emma traversed the shadows. Quite a bit different than he imagined it worked. Did she enter a different Plane, perhaps the Plane of Shadows?

Did Ghur also have its own Plane? Maybe Master will know.

Soon enough, they sat at the table with all the Wizard Ladies and Grom appeared too, keeping quiet in a corner.

The Amber Wizard flew through the window and waved at everyone with a cheerful face. "My wives, and the rest. Everyone hungry?"

Grom grunted softly while Thor yelled his agreement.

"Does Ghur have its own Plane?" Odin asked in a calm voice.

Master Pef smiled a bit too wide. "Odin, you gained more wisdom with the new eye! And yes, Ghur has its own plane. It's mostly a wasteland, but still has beasts and such."

Odin nodded as things became clear. The loss of one eye for years had been worth it then. Now, he could try to enter Ghur's plane just like Lady Emma traveled through the Plane of Shadows.

"Master, can you find another Dragon? For Jet I mean..." Thor added with a childish voice.

Pef's eyes glinted with amusement and then glared at Lady Emma for no reason at all. "I could. But what will this new Dragon eat?" he asked in a joking voice.

Odin looked, really looked at his Master with his new eye, and found a fountain of Amber Wind, impossibly bright and infinitely deep. Jet's bright heart was barely a candle compared to a sun. And Pef always claimed he was a poor Wizard. What about his Wizard wives? They were pale fireflies, dim and barely aflame at all.

It wasn't Dragons that were bullshit. Pef was.