I'm The supreme Fairy King

He took another ore and landed it on the ground. "However no matter how I see it, there is nothing to cause the same effect like you just did."

Igory cut his hand and let his bloodied hand fall over that ore. He even did so with both hands but nothing happened.

"So you aren't the cause," Igory slowly said, "and that pet can't generate energy. He can control and modulate energy of course, but lacks any ability to generate it. Which leaves... only you to do that..."

Igory started to gaze at Jim in a different light. He knew Jim had his little secrets, but he never expected he would be this strong.

"Or is it because of that poison?" Igory hesitated. He saw Jim in training, in fighting, and in classes even.

He knew the destiny lying ahead for Jim, but he doubted that would be related to any of this.

"What's your secret little fellow?" he crossed his arms while gazing up at Jim. The latter was now starting to be like a giant question mark for Igory.

"Well... At least I got ten long years with you to get the answer, right?" Igory laughed shortly before starting to examine Jim from a distance.

"Even your magic power is coming back," he muttered after conducting some investigative spells over him. "At least you will come back with your powers."

"Knock... Knock..."

Just as he was thinking about how much time it was before Jim could open his eyes, a sudden knocking on the door happened.

"Who's there? Go away, I'm busy," he shouted without even turning to glance at the door.

"It's me," Mark's voice came from behind the door, "we need to talk."

Igory wanted to refuse but considering the fact that Mark was the leader of the inner campus, someone Jim considered too close to him so he refrained from ignoring him.

"Come in,"' he simply waved his hand and then the door opened. Mark entered this strange room that was like a deep cave in the mountains before his eyes landed and stuck with a glue over Jim.

"Don't worry," Igory waves his hand over to close the door, "he is going to be alright."

"It's... a miracle," Mark slowly walked to the side of Jim's bed.

"I won't do that if I were you," yet just before he could extend his hand and touch Jim's body to investigate it, Igory's voice came to stop him.

"Any side effects?" Mark asked.

"So far so good," Igory cleared up his throat, "perhaps there is one hiccup that I only found."

"Which is?"

"amnesia... But I'm working on it right now."

Mark's eyebrows were raised for a second before he nodded in understanding. "The old Mike's theory about magic power and magic mind."

"Excuse me?" Igory seemed pretty much interested in knowing what Mark wanted to say.

"It's an old theory one of our masters crafted," Mark said before adding, "it came from an inner campus master... So you know, your core campus masters won't care about it."

"I'm," Igory said, "this young man's life surely needs all the help."

"I know," Mark said, "it's a simple theory that states the presence of a deep level of our mind that's connected with magic."

"A subconscious you mean?"

"Well that's what I got at first from him, but he persisted it was something different," Mark said before adding, "he said the subconscious decides our unintentional actions while we are awake or sleeping... but that level of mind is something else."

"Like... What?" Igory asked and Mark could only smile.

"The one that takes control over our reactions and decisions when we sense absolute danger."

"The one responding to our fear?" Igory slowly muttered while gazing up at Jim's shining body. "That might be feasible as this kid must have been feeling extreme fear right now."

"Well... I might disagree with that," Mark said with a calm smile, "what he proposed was the link between the magic power and that level of consciousness. He hypothesized that when one faces fear and danger, he would use every single weapon he has to react and adapt and survive.

That requires a lot of control, self discipline, and a very large amount of energy. The one to control all these and takes the role of the higher power level of our minds and bodies is that level of consciousness."

"That's not different from what I said," Igory shrugged, "excluding all fancy scientific words that researchers love to use."

He pointed at Jim before adding, "I lacked the understanding of what was going on, why he woke up losing his memories but now you explained it to me. The problem all lies in that mind state of his."

"Wrong again my dear friend," Mark stopped Igory before adding, "the magic mind is the only thing that's trying desperately to keep him alive."

"And that amnesia? The current weird state of energy production going on here without a source?"

Mark glanced at Jim before saying:

"I... didn't grasp the true or deep meaning behind Mike's theory. However I can tell you why his magic mind is a blessing not a curse."

"Go on, please," Igory was seeing the calm attitude of Mark, slightly irritating.

"See when Jim returned he came back with depleted energy. Damaged magical power that was poisoned by that toxin. And considering the fact the magical mind needs a substantial amount of magic to perform, you can understand the reason behind all this."

"Damn me!" Igory's mind was finally opened to the reason for what just happened here. "I was so eager to cure his magic power poison that I totally forgot to replenish his magic power at all."

"But you did," Mark patted on his shoulder while motioning towards the unconscious Jim.

"I... only took out a normal ore," Igory shook his head, "that energy... all this energy isn't coming from my ore."

"Then from where?" Mark seemed pretty confused.

"I think it's coming from the boy," Igory paused before adding, "he is generating this energy from an unknown source."

"That's... really something beyond my knowledge," Mark admitted and Igory stood by his side nodding in silence.