After the ritual, I spend quite some time reflecting on my actions so far, thinking about the good I did, and the minimal amount of people that recognize me for them.
I missed the way the Lizardfolk respected me, with no reason to hide my powers, they did not care for taboos in magic, and neither did they want fancy shows of power.
They were much easier to be around than humans, and every day that I saw my own people walk around, it was without purpose, and it made me sad. They spend hours every day sitting around and staring into the sky, something that would have driven me mad in their situation.
I did not want to create new spells, and had a much more important goal in my mind.
Spatium was the Arcana of the unbound, allowing for freedom beyond what most could even comprehend, and I lived its essence, straining against my bindings wherever I realized them.
Many might consider necros to be the essence of destruction, but it is really more about decay and erosion, which has a tiny difference to the more simple destructive aspect of fire and explosions.
Anyone can try to put out a fire or stop an explosion with their body, and neither of those destructions is easy to control. And there lies the difference, Necros is slow and inevitable, the most natural cause anyone could die to, and it never pulls back.
I had acted in its spirit by destroying everything I committed to destroying.
Sure, both elements had a switch side, some aspect of spatium asked to lock things up and restrain everything, and some aspect of necros wanted to decay everything, but those were not the way I wanted to live, thus I had focused on the others.
Something similar had to exist for light and water, and thus I spend the night and day at our well, pulling up water and swirling it around as I tried to understand the way I would have to live to advance those two.
As a trickle of water began flowing down the slope I had made, I watched it increase in speed, following the easiest route until it picked up a bit more speed.
It was lazy until it got a push that actually drove it on, preferring the easy path but not afraid of destroying everything in its way to make sure it reached its goal.
Like a mixture of the traits I needed for necros and spatium, with the difference that I am not a lazy person.
I had gotten used to flooding at full speed, afraid of stagnating if I took the time to relax and make friends.
With that new knowledge, I spend the next few days observing light.
I observed the way it helped everything it touched, growing everything with its gentle touch.
As droplets of water drifted down my arm, and light fractured into hundreds of colors, I felt I was close to understanding.
It took until the third day of pyro, and hours of constant observation every day, for it to finally sink in.
The sun was burning down on us, and it took until now to finally see the way those with only a single rune used magic.
A few had the condense rune, drawing water from the air to get something to drink or to help their animals.
When one of my fellow children used the very same rune, he let a droplet fall atop a leaf, which started to burn long after the fact, and then it hit me like a sledgehammer.
As if a wall had broken, memories flooded my head, the first time as unrestrained as they were before I put the mind library in place.
I saw water swallow entire cities, beams of light tearing through cities, a weird mixture of TV related things and the lichs actions resulting in more destruction than they expected.
My body was a child's, and while both my soul and mind were fucked up, I had tried to suppress these memories for a reason.
The hungry part of me salivated at the pure destruction, while another fart forced other memories forth, memories of gentle spring days, where light and water brought life.
Finally, I had understood the angle I could be like water in.
I could make the world around me a bit better, evade those who wanted to go after my head, and then flood them with all my wrath at once.
Light was similar yet so different.
Like water, it was a base component of everything alive, and yet it would destroy everything when it became too concentrated.
It was already similar to me, sure, I wasn’t usually the kind to change, break or bend as light did, I was either there or not.
My soul resonated with a feeling as I observed both closer.
Like water, I easily mixed with everything happening, and as light, I planned on throwing shadows where I didn’t even exist.
The remainder of Pyro was spent changing a few habits of mine to better fit what I wanted and needed to be.
Finally, I got two more messages.
You have done minor changes to yourself while preserving your essence, aqua resonates with you.
You spread light while remaining ready to destroy things that were too long in your presence, lumen resonates with you.
It was weird to read messages like these, their content absolutely not reflecting the reality. I considered going to the hag, though it was known to everyone that she had not left her home after the ritual, which was quite disturbing.
Thus, this meditation of mine happened in the farmers chicken coop.
The feathered ladies quietly watched me, each sitting atop their eggs while I sat in the center, looking at my soul, which brimmed with potential.
A mental shove was all it took to get it rolling, at which point I drew upon my understanding and resonance to exert pressure on it.
Slowly, my soul condensed into a ball of power, a core of gray, my spells like ore veins sitting within.
Power I had never felt ran through me, and I knew it had worked.
Name:
Luce Bravelight
Race:
Human (newborn) (Mutant)
Class:
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Soul:
Second refinement, Tier 5
Body:
Unrefined, Tier 1
Mind:
First refinement, Tier 2
Mutation
Description
Unbound 3
You are easier to affect with space magic, exposure to dimensional effects will unlock further effects.
Undying 4
You physical growth and decay will happen at a slower rate exposure to Necros will upgrade this effect.
Anima chimera 3
Your soul is used to absorbing others, when you kill something, a part of it will be naturally drawn to you.
Tier 1 Spatium runes:
Open
Close
Tier 2 Necros runes:
Exhaust
Corpse
Tier 1 Lumen runes:
Dim
Tier 1 Aqua runes:
Condense
Pour
Ebb
Tier 2 Neutral runes:
Focus
Area
Control
Lumen was the authors initial power, and thus I decided upon completing it, picking dim, open, close, condense and pour.
My soul burned as it happened, power infusing me and waking me up as I finally felt powerful enough to do the one thing I had been curious about for quite some time.
Tier 0 runes
Rune
Description
Move
Spatium
Decay
Necros
Infect
Necros
Corrupt
Necros
Projectile
Null
Gather
Null
Bright
Lumen
Dispel
Null
Opacity
Lumen
Dim
Lumen
Open
Spatium
Close
Spatium
Condense
Aqua
Pour
Aqua
Tier 1 runes
Rune
Description
Consume
Necros
Decay, Dispel, Close and Dim were the runes I wanted to use, though the right combination felt imperative.
Maybe Decay close dim dispel?
Spellcraft told me immediately that this one was not quite the effect I was looking for.
No, what I wanted needed a minor twist.
It hurt as I mixed these runes, the sheer power required to put in a fourth rune unraveling my mind.
I screamed enough that one of the hens decided to sit atop my head to silence me, and somehow, it stopped at that point.
This spell would have to be a spatium one, it just felt so inherently wrong to not make it necros that I grinned broadly when it finally became real.
(Dim dispel of the closed dispel)
Testing it on the outside was great as I ran from the chickens, the perfect target for my spell quickly chosen. Hannibal was ecstatic at the prospect of spell testing, until the tier three spell took hold.
It was weird to see nothing happen, until Hannibal gave me a vision of his status.
Next to his resistances and everything, the normal number was grayed out, and a new one stood right next to it.
Knowing I had made an anti defense spell made my gin just that more happy, before I keeled over and lost consciousness.