The first day of my apprenticeship was quite the experience.
My father took me to the old women on his way to the forge he worked at, putting me in her arms as she began showing me a weird tablet.
“Your soul has grown a little. Now, let me show you what I can do with scientia and vita, so you with your three affinities will somewhat understand the power that might fall upon you at some point.”
She opened both her palms in my direction, a detailed analysis of my body appearing before me, a warning in the top right of my field of vision that I am dying.
“Just so you know, this alone would allow for me to make deep biological changes, though my attempt at increasing your heart rate have failed spectacularly. Even this picture is much more distorted than anything I would usually see. You could learn a minor feign death spell at some point and everyone would actually believe it.”
She explained, her expression becoming grim.
“And there are way too few bacteria in your body for someone your age. Use the spell from yesterday to balance this shit. If we do this right I might be able to give you a recommendation to the grand college once you have grown older.”
It was weird to listen to her talk without confusing any of her words, as if she spoke in English, my answers translating pretty badly, given my toothless mouth.
“We will now start the first refinement, given that you have learned most spells. Do you have any skills that help you with this procedure?”
She asked me, prompting me to open my skills, which she used some of her magic to read.
“We need to get spellcrafting out of there. It isn’t a bad skill, but without either the learning skill or quicknap, this path is going to make you go crazy. After your refinement, I’ll start asking about a prestige core. Normally it’ll reset you class, though for you to get a class will either take sixteen years, or you’ll have to be in the center of some catastrophe. And you do not want a C class.”
I nodded along, confused at the sheer amount of Information she gave me by simply ranting.
This was starting to feel like a villain monologue, which is not something any teacher should do.
“Let me tell you about the process you are about to undergo.”
She started, projecting a picture of what was probably her soul.
“Everyone is born with a tier one soul without any refinements, thus granting them one rune. They need to understand the one or two Arcana they were born with for the first refinement. You need to understand all three of yours, which will however create a much more stable basis for your spells to be drawn from. Once you manage that, the rune selection screen will open once more. I’d take the third necros rune in your case, since that will unlock tier two runes. After that, you either take some of the lumen runes, or you will complete the spatium set. Whatever way you use to empower your soul is just short of adding a fourth tier to the ones you currently have.”
I told her that my soul grew when I was close to death, which turned her face a bit towards concern.
“That’s bad and powerful. I recommend you spend some time close to the butcher, I’ll tell your parents that observing a death is good for young mages or something. Just don’t relish in the deaths too much. I’d recommend learning the HUD spell, but you have neither vita nor scientia in your Arcana.”
She explained, putting me in a windowless room behind a picture, which she obviously had.
This women was making it hard for me to treat this reality as anything but a game.
“Now shut up, you have to comprehend the nature of light, space and death on your own, and you better get it done fast, your parent’s don’t want you gone for more than eight hours at a time.”
Thus, I was left alone in the room, and decided to start with the easiest.
Necros was decay, the very essence of decay and loss. As I fell into meditation and repeated this mantra, I felt something within me click.
Lumen took me longer to understand. I had not used it once, but the Idea of photon waves emanating from a light source, hitting a surface and then changing the wavelength in which they swam to the eye for it to process the visual information. It was simple in essence, and allowed for things like rainbows and color. It was impressive, and once I thought about the way it caused heat when concentrated, it too locked in.
Spatium was easy in comparison. After all, it only moved things from one place to another.
Immediately, my memories overwhelmed me to remind me how stupid this statement was.
The fabric of reality was much more complex. The incomprehensible nature of existence flashed through my brain, a mere second to remember me of the Void beyond.
Space was something way too great for this worlds magic to truly twist. I had seen what it took to move through the void, the kind of being that inhabited the space between worlds, titans compared to the whole of this world.
The spatium within me shifted as my not comprehension overwhelming the small amount of Arcana I held. I denied to comprehend it fully, but simply opened myself up to the feeling of reality, the way space and time interacted, connection and separation between everything and anything.
It was weird to feel spatium click, the sensation a bit harder than the others.
Name:
Luce Bravelight
Race:
Human (newborn) (Mutant)
Class:
Empty
Soul:
First refinement, Tier 3
Body:
Unrefined, Tier 1
Mind:
Unrefined, Tier 2
Mutation
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Undying 1
You physical growth and decay will happen at a slower rate exposure to Necros will upgrade this effect.
Anima chimera 1
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 1 Necros runes:
Corrupt
Tier 1 Lumen runes:
Bright
Dim
Opacity
Tier 1 Neutral runes:
Gather
Dispel
Projectile
“I choose corrupt to complete necros first tier, projectile because it seems useful and gather for the same reason. to witness the diff”
Rune
Description
Move
Move
Decay
Decay
Infect
Infect
Corrupt
Corrupt
Projectile
Projectile
Gather
Gather
It was weird to feel the next part, my soul drinking in the additional runes before spinning and contracting, it’s total mass halving as it turned liquid.
My spells were always nudging on my mind now, and spellcraft told me to chain up to three words, now that it had reached level two.
Skill:
Description
Spellcraft 2
This skill guides you in the art of Spellcraft, granting you knowledge to create better spells.
Meditation 2
This skill guides you in the art of meditation, helping the user relief the pressure spells put on your soul supports the refinement of the soul.
For a second, I felt truly happy. Then, pain overwhelmed me.
My skin shifted, my breath halted and my soul seemed to freeze as something else changed.
Reality twisted for a second as I saw myself before a council of specters.
“Well well well, look what we got here. It seems our sacret order has a new recruit, huh?”
The first asked, the others laughing.
“Who would have thought that our ritual wasn’t useless after all?”
Another asked, before the one that looked like the oldest focused on him.
“Don’t tell anyone you saw us. All you need to know is that we have your back, and our legacy depends on you. Open a gate to the realm of death, and we will come to empower you. There are ruins everywhere, if you look close enough. Know that death is coming. Which is by the way the password, and only opens our ruins when combined with the corrupt open decay spell. Don’t use or create that one unless you know a ruin is near, got it? Well, we hope you aren’t as stupid as the last outworlder. He kind of ruined our organization by claiming to be some hero. Oh, and welcome to the society of gates, the fallen department! Congratulations on the youth leader Position!”
Returning to my own senses was weird, especially now that the symbol of an eye had grown on my soul, which closed the moment the witch opened the hidden door to the room.
“That was quite something.” I said, rubbing my head as I tried to comprehend what had just happened.
“Are refinements always this weird?”
I asked, the elderly women nodding as she led me back to my family, where I swiftly fell asleep after a short cuddle session with the cat, that really needed a name at this point.