"To be pefectly honest, furball, I don't really know," he said bluntly, not sure how else he could put it. "Her magic's always been different, even the spirits react to it. I think it's got somethin' to do with those circuit things she got all over her. If I recall right, there what let her use magic in the first place." Dmitry looked up at the lightning in the sky. "And I'll bet it's got somethin' to do with this place. Somethin' happened here, I can feel it. The spirits in this place move differently than they should, even with this much lightning." After a few minutes, the mage's eyes began to close. Of course, before long, he was sound asleep against the tree.
[Flashback]
Seven years ago:
Little Dmitry Kazakov was now about fifty feet into the cave, still cold, but no longer shivering. He had left his coat closer to the entrance, feeling it would only slow him down and keep him cold. Soon the cavern expanded into a stalactites and split off tunnels, leaving the child in awe as he had never been to a place such as this.
'Surprised, boy?' Hati asked, amused at his pupil's expression.
'Uh...I guess so, yeah.' Dmitry responded, still immersed in the dark world around him, only somewhat visible to him because of the time he took to let his eyes adjust to the low visibility before proceeding.
'Well, then take a good look, for this is the history of this land.' The wolf spirit said, taking the opportunity to teach his young charge a thing or two. 'This place was created not by man or by magic, but by simple water. Not a flood's worth, but just a little at a time. The world has a way of remembering things, recording them for people like you to someday see. Even magic leaves a trace where it is used; nothing is truly erased.' While this might have seen like something basic to an adult, these words were being spoken to a child, leaving him in awe of what mere water could do.
[End Flashback]
'Do you remember now, boy?' Hati asked the mage as he slowly woke up.
'Yeah, I get it old man.' Dmitry said back, now fully aware of what was bothering him about this place. 'The spirits here...they're avoiding something.'
But what that was still eluded the two.