Now, I don’t know if anyone really reads the note function of the system, as that is the function I use to document my life right now, especially from a guy who’s most interesting trait is the fact his soul is fucked up, but if you stood through that womb thingy, I hope you enjoy what happened after that more than I did.
While I was asleep, the place I floated in started contracting, slowly pushing my body out through what must have been the worlds smallest hole.
It hurt all around, like, I am surprised no part of my body simply broke during that procedure, and when I left, I really felt like crying.
I didn’t at first, my terrible eyesight barely enough to take in the room around me, and the curiosity getting the better of me, a nearby priest looking extremely disturbed while holding out a somewhat uncomfortable symbol, a few seconds passing by before I feel the stinging feeling in my lungs, prompting me to inhale and scream.
Immediately, everyone looked more relieved, the priest guy performing some ritual on me before he left the room, leaving my mother to feed me while the man I assume to be my father cuts the umbilical cord.
During that part, I completely receded my mind, focusing instead on my runes, because as I feel myself exhausted from the whole being born part, I might as well use it.
First, I wanted to use decay infect, which the knowledge from spellcraft assured me would make sense.
As I fell asleep, the two runes appeared next to one another, some minor symbols turning and twisting, while I attempted to comprehend what I was seeing, the spell finally clicking into place. The spell seemed almost ready when it suddenly turned a sickening green, fading as it was burned into my soul.
When I awoke, I was in my mothers arms, her exhausted face barely managing the look of concern as I made sure to goofily plop down next to her and stop crying.
Right, I shouldn’t worry my mother this much, especially when she just gave birth to me a few hours ago.
Spell list
Notes
Unnamed (Decay Infection)
Spell integration successful, please name your spell.
The next part was waiting for my mother to fall asleep again, quickly prompting me to meditate and feel the state of my soul.
This time, I actually managed to stay focused at the abomination that was me, slowly turning and shifting until I finally found where the spell was stored.
It looked like someone had brand marked me, the spell sitting on a part of my soul like some Nordic tattoo, which was weird considering my soul felt like a gas under meditations guidance.
While observing it, I found a strange beauty in the twistedness of my being, the way death, dimension and light clashed within, creating points of beautiful merging, sure to display many more marks soon.
When my mother finally fell asleep, I cast my spell on the diapers they had given me, a particular deposition inside of it making me uncomfortable.
Now, I at least knew it didn’t quicken the decomposition.
The remaining day was mostly spend with my mother helping me survive, because, as it turns out, I did continue my habit of forgetting to eat, and with one life spend being told not to cry, and another not capable of doing so, it turned into me screaming somewhat monotonous whenever I had to draw attention to myself, which I despised greatly, given the way my parents were so exhausted from the day alone.
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This pattern continued for a while, until my mother joined my father outside, leaving much more room to my spellcraft attempts.
Some would wonder why I hadn’t tried creating more spells, and the answer to that was that it took quite some time for my soul to stop hurting whenever I fell asleep.
During this week of regular meditation and determined attempts to find out what the spell did, I had cast it on quite a few things, though every one cast would knock me out.
Attempts at decay infection targeting an ant that walked on my hand didn’t do anything, similar to the same spell used on my crib and at one point even on my mother, when everything else failed.
Only one thing happened when I was about to give up. Casting it on my father, as he woke up with a light cough seemed to help him for a minute or so, before he started coughing again. And casting it on a small gathering of dust seemed to make it disappear, prompting my name for the spell as I finally felt ready for the conclusion.
Spell list
Notes
Purify (Decay infection)
Weakens or destroys debuff and illness.
The moment I gave it a name and understood what it did, it became much easier to use, the pain on my soul subsiding completely, the lack of pain surprising me.
Thus, I rested on the seventh day, meditating the whole day, before deciding on another spell to create.
Infect decay would probably be more on the offensive side, if my understanding of the spell made at least some sense.
During the night, I dreamt of twisting runes once more, now linking in a pattern that seemed to reverse the others effect.
The next days attempt at testing the spell were rather simple compared to the first, a test on my own byproducts quickly telling me one side of the effect, as it resulted in the ball decaying much faster.
The day after, I tested the same spell on an ant who’s legs I had crushed, the insect struggling before it simply fell over.
“Something like a curse?”
I wondered, my mother getting pretty disgusted as she found a dead mouse in my room that day, it’s body decomposing at a much faster rate than the normal mouse I had killed by simply casting the decompose rune on.
Spell list
Notes
Purify (Decay infection)
Weakens or destroys debuff and illness.
Afflict (Infect decay)
Infuses a creature with insidious Necros, weakening their immune system and natural regeneration.
It was fun to cast at just about everything, not a single mouse surviving for more than a day with it lingering on them.
My parents saw the mice as a problem and thought the way they died implied some type of plague, even though the rate of decomposition returned to normal when I cast purify on them the next day.
After what I assumed to be a loud discussion, which completely opposed the quiet and calm tone I had grown used to after the previous days, they took me out of my crib and brought me outside.
I knew we weren’t rich, so I somewhat assumed we were probably farmers or something similar, though my parents soon disproved that too as we walked toward a market in expensive looking clothes
At this point, the words I managed to understand were rather limited, given the amount of time I was asleep or meditating instead of focusing on the world around me, but even I knew what was going on when we approached a wagon filled with small balls of fur, the meowing comforting me even though I was more of a dog person.
My parents wanted to buy one to get rid of the rats, and as the merchant showed his cages to us, most seemed somewhere between cute and ferocious balls of terror.
Only one cat resonated with me, a gray furred one simply laying in the corner, the way we locked eyes making me mumble and point at it. My father brought me towards it, bringing it to the cage, where its nose and my hand touched.
The merchant was talking about something, screaming and gesturing wildly as I simply channeled the ‘decay’ rune on the lock, both of us completely entranced in the others gaze. It was weird to experience love at first sight, but we did not let go of one another, the fuzzball jumping out of its cage as I was brought somewhere else.
We quickly bought the cat, my father leaving to one stall with many weapons laid out, while my mother returned me and the cat home, saying something I began piercing together, gesturing towards the cat with something that is probably either the word for cat, or it’s name.
I repeated what she said, though my mouth wasn’t capable of actually forming words at this point, resulting in a senseless bumble of sounds. As soon as she set both of us on the ground, the cat dashed off to the area I knew the mice to live, prompting me to miss the easy source of spell research.
When mom sat me down in my crib, I decided to make happy noises and gesture towards her, resulting in her smiling, a great thing to see while drifting off to sleep, for me at least.
That moment, I decided that this life deserved more of an effort on my part, with a somewhat determined pledge to thrive in this world, merely surviving was definitely not enough.
The cat came over as my eyes closed, simply sitting down next to me and meowing. We were both sitting here, not knowing what the world had in store for us, or maybe she just wanted to eat me.
You never know with cats.