Jonathan sat in the room. It was boring, but he had promised to wait for Tablos in it.

He did not know what Tablos wanted to speak with him about.

He knew that his magic now worked, but Tablos had not let him use it for the last week.

He did not understand why. He began to think about home. While he had many conveniences, especially in relation to what the average human had on this world, against modern conveniences this was nothing at all.

He was bored. And that he wanted to be home, in his original world, did not improve the situation.

He looked around and saw a bookshelf. Tablos had helped him learn the written word of this world, mostly through a spell.So he decided to look what these books where.

They were, unsurprising, books about magic.

He looked at the books, one by one, and they all seemed boring.

But then one of them captured his attention.

It was titled: ”A Treatise on the Dangers and Powers of the Magic of Corruption”.

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A book about corruption magic, something where they had only told him to stay far away from, because it would kill him.

But why would it kill him, he asked himself.

So he began to read: ”Beware reader, because the magic of corruption is no force to be trifled with. It’s powers are not well understood as are it's dangers. But here, reader, you will find not necessarily answers, but at least all knowledge I have gathered.”

Beneath this was a year and a man written, both things did not help Jonathan, because he was missing context. He began to read the book and understood why they where so horrified of the magic.

First, they did not understand it.

Not a bit.

They knew that bad things happened if the magic was used, but those where never perfectly repeatable, and the caster almost always suffered those fates.

There was no way to protect oneself. Then he read another scene.

It was chilling, but it provided him with answers: ”If one experiments with it and manages to survive these experiments, they often become sick, of a peculiar kind. Sometimes they recover, but it is not totally clear under which circumstances this happens. The ill become nauseous and sometimes they vomit. They may not want to eat. After this, some recover, at least mostly, but most of those recover and all that do not develop more severe symptoms. Often after several days, maybe even weeks, more severe symptoms were cropping up. The afflicted bleed, and some loose hair. Even if they survive, they often will die early, and almost never make full recovery.”

Jonathan thought about this.

He did not know what to make out of this.

But he knew, if what he suspected was true, this corruption magic was a far bigger problem then what they already thought it was.

He certainly was not stupid enough to play with a force that deadly, that destructive, at least not without knowing exactly what he was doing.