"Hey, how long until the next city?" Ophelia said.
The man, taking out of his coat a notebook of green leaves, and yellow seams, opened it and closed it multiple times, as if wanting to turn it on with sudden movements, it seemed an outburst of anger from a small child, but the face of the serene man seemed to have everything calculated and suddenly closed the notebook and on the cover appeared a black line, which occupied only a quarter of the length of the cover of this, the transporter saw it for a moment and said.
"We will reach the next city, city at dusk, there are no more towns in the middle of the walk so we should have no more delays." said the man while he kept his notebook and took out a map.
"Excuse me, what did you say the next city was called?" I ask Ophelia with some regret.
"Gaíshan, it is a very beautiful city, known for its tall buildings, I am surprised that you do not know it if it is very famous" said the carrier, while looking at his map.
"To be frank, I only know it by name, I spent most of my childhood and adolescence studying magic and I have ignored everything else, I think I will have its her name on occasion, but I do not remember well" said Ophelia with a tired face.
"It is clear to me that you have not traveled much truth, Miss Witch, but I am sure that you sorcerers, you traveled often," said the lord, as he put away his map and paid attention again on the way.
"Please! i already told him not to call me that way is embarrassing – said Ophelia
"In the previous town everyone called her that, and you didn't complain," said the man with a smile and a mocking tone.
"Yes, but I'm sorry to be called that, when we stopped to rest in the town in the middle of the road, everyone was excited when they knew I am a witch and I couldn't do anything to get rid of them, it makes me feel more important than I really am, and they make me feel like a fraud." I exclaim Ophelia.
"I'm really traveling for work, and to correct a mistake of mine and my colleagues, so I don't feel like the person who deserves all that attention, and I don't know if i am up to my assigned task," Ophelia said in a tired voice.
"You saved me from that illusion on the way, the truth is I do not know what would have happened to me, if you had not appeared, so I think you will be able to do that task that now seems so difficult."
"It was nothing, actually, the spores of the fungus caught me too. And I had to find a way out." Ophelia said while thinking that the carrier had not noticed that she sneaked into her wagon.
"I never thought that roads could be this dangerous, if they are not maintained, since I was a child my mother told me not to enter the forest alone, because all forests are enchanted by nature, but, I never imagined that magic could reach the fields and roads."
"Usually there is always a magician who walks the roads through every city and town, looking for magical plants that could grow spontaneously on the roads. Since in nature plants and rocks almost never control their magic, so they tend to react with everything." Ophelia said with the seriousness of a magician.
"That did scare me, the illusion felt very real, besides I can't realize at what moment, I transmigrated from realities, when I realized I was already in the middle of that cursed forest," said the transporter, while his body experienced small involuntary spasms, when remembering that moment.
"If to our bad luck we got the worst kind of color and living thing we could have found, on a road, but fortunately, we didn't waste as much time in real life as it might seem," Ophelia said.
"My body is still alert even though that happened several hours ago, although it relaxes me a little knowing that a worse experience than that, I can't live."
"If that fungus was very full of magic, the effect it had on us shows it, and as confirmation we had its purple color, what bad luck we had," Ophelia said as she looked at the sky.
"Are all purple plants so bad?" asked the carrier with a tone of disbelief.
"It's not that they are bad on their own, what happens is that they are volatile due to their great magical charge and that makes them very volatile and therefore dangerous for us and other creatures," Ophelia said.
"I'm going to give you a survival tip that can help you prevent this from happening again, magic is divided into spectrums of light that we can see, starting from the safest one that is red magic, to the most volatile one that is Purple magic, if you see a purple plant on the road again move away from it, and as soon as you arrive go to the city or town, let the magician know that he is living in that place, even if it is not a fungus, we do not know how he can react to you," Ophelia said, resuming her straight posture and clear and strong voice.
"So magic is classified by its properties or colors, right?"
"Yes, both flowers and plants absorb the energy that comes from the sun and the atmosphere and transform it into magic, the color of their petals and stem serve to identify how much magic a plant has accumulated, from there we base ourselves to know its utilities in the world of magic, if its flowers are red, that means that the accumulated magic is very little so they are very stable flowers, but the more magic the flower absorbs, the color of its petals changes and over time, the being becomes less able to store all that magic, so seek to release part of that magic, with whatever it allows." "And they end up becoming plants, very reactive with their environment, which is a potential danger, since the effects of magic vary depending on the living being that releases that magic and the conditions in which it is released, that magic, that's why when she takes out the rose in the middle of the magical forest and bathes in spores, it reactivates and reacts violently." Ophelia said while seeing her travel companion.
"And why don't magicians look for these plants, if they grow anywhere?"