The sun shone past the horizon, its light glistening as it transmitted through the translucent barrier that protected the city; its color a reflection of the warmth instilled by the mass of unbridled heat. Such a light slowly scattered past the castle walls, replacing the artificial radiance strung up in the city as the sun proceeded to rise in the sky, supplying a new dawn for the denizens of the world to enjoy.
Such a light peeked through Silas’s window, the rays of the sunlight seeking to invade his closed eyelids as he slept facing the opposite side of the bed. His eyes trembled as they slowly unraveled, languidly reconsidering whether to stay in bed while reminded by the slight tingling in his arms of the self afflictions he endured the day before.
With a groan he rolled out of bed, collapsing on the floor, his sheets leaving him in a tangled mess. Exerting his body, he stretched all limbs outwards before curling down to piston his legs out, exercising such an important appendage while he caressed his thigh.
‘The hole’s finally healed’, he looked up with his head sticking out from the sheets like a cocoon.
‘I need not rely on the stick any longer…’, so he finally managed to unravel himself from his sheets, before promptly making his bed.
‘I’m glad muscles heal quicker than such an injury’, but his attention fell to his toes.
‘I wonder how long growing an appendage would take… If at all’
He sighed before walking near the window, moving past the sun rays that traversed by his desk. His gaze pierced through the window, pursuing the bell tower. Then to the sun that basked the sky in its warmth.
‘The bell’s yet to ring. I have a few hours, good. It’s time to continue with my little pet project…’
…
Silas yawned as he entered the quiet building. He walked by many hallways in silence, passing many classrooms that were too early to be filled. The bags under his eyes alluded to needing more sleep, but while his expression proved weary, the rest of his body remained diligent in its intent while traversing its way to the infirmary.
But such intent wavered before the locked sliding door he stood before. He peered through the window at the center of the door, seeking past the curtains within. But the target he sought remained obscured, hidden at the back of the room.
‘He better still be in there lest the other one lose his spirit’, it was easy for the willing to fall in line when presented against an authority they became used to serving.
‘Because if he isn’t, then it’d be harder to pit them against each other…’, but it was different when the willing had successfully bared its fangs, when they found ground to stand against an authority greater than themselves… That’s how rebellions occurred after all.
Silas sighed as he turned and walked away, he headed to the classroom he would need to enter when the bell struck on the 5th ring. He placed his books at a desk, reserving the space he would sit at, before emptying the corresponding inkpot of its quill. And he returned to the infirmary again, only this time witnessing 1 or 2 other students on the way back.
Before the same door, Silas stabbed his finger with his new quill. As blood dribbled from his hand, he lifted his arm, spreading his fingers wide as he concentrated on the blood trickling from his cut. Slowly the blood defied gravity, flowing the opposite direction as it floated before him.
‘But how old can the blood I draw remain usable?’
He stretched out his hand as he closed his eyes, feeling for another source. And then he found his answer.
Chink, Chliking
Glass clinked together as the sound of something unlatching itself resounded from within the room. Then a potion started floating from behind a curtain. He allowed for the potion to gracefully land on the ground before the liquid within applied a force to the top, uncorking the lid as it flooded the air with all its contents.
Then it made its way towards the door before him.
‘If I condense the liquid enough I doubt I’ll apply enough pressure to make it a solid. However, by combining mass and pressure perhaps I could then receive enough force, like a current…’
He gathered the blood before the locked latch, positioning it with the help of the window on the door. While it naturally condensed into a sphere, he spread it into a rectangle by motioning to crush it with his hands. And then he made the blood condense further into the vertical rectangle, before slowly moving it upwards, where he could only hope it would succeed…
Click.
Success followed as he opened the door, a smile crept on his face as his curiosity was satiated. But he locked it behind him as he willed for the blood to finish its task, gathering itself in the empty bottle once more. Now secured in the infirmary, he picked up the potion filled with blood, walking his way to the end of the room.
‘It’s a shame I can only use the blood once, it’d be more versatile if I could use a constant source’
And with that he opened the window and threw the contents out of it, before firmly applying the empty glass on a desk beside the only patient in the room. Intent on reusing it following his treatment.
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‘The injuries I applied kept him here overnight despite the treatment he received. I’m sure the doctor thought he was recovering at a standard speed considering his external injuries were practically treated after his first examination of him. But the internal ones I applied came after…’
He glanced down at the muscle head sleeping soundly. His snoring echoed across the room as he slept on his back, unrestrained from the clamps that had tied him down previously. But abusing his deep sleeping nature, Silas took the effort to fasten the clamps around his limbs, locking him to the bed once more.
‘I’ve heard about subliminal messaging. I wonder if that’s something I can pull off through continued exposure. Either way the panic and insecurity has to settle in to form a deep rooted fear… I only wonder if torture would be enough for that’
He took off the sheet and performed a hangmans knot again, before tugging the sheet at the boy's neck; feeling a sense of deja vu.
‘Well there’s only one way to test that’, so he tugged, bolting the boy awake, while taking the scalpel from before in his other hand.
“Hey”, Silas spoke.
“Do you remember me?”
…
Ding… Ding… Ding…
Silas sighed as he sat at his desk, a professor closing the door to the room. He placed the quill back to its correspondent inkpot, before opening his books intent on following the lesson. Before the professor could start it however, the door drew open again, the pink haired girl silently entering.
“You’re late”, the professor sighed.
But the pink haired girl only stared at her.
“Go on then”
So the girl left to find a desk, only to be tripped over, to be mocked. Just another day of torment, but for once it wasn’t directed to him. Though that didn’t last long before he heard someone sit next to him.
“Heya dude. So about your name…”, Tendan spoke, but Silas only rolled his eyes with a sigh.
“What are you doing here, don’t you have a group to be with?”
“Nay, they’re in another physical class. I’m as scrawny as you are man, of course I had the same thought. Use the theoretical to get away from competing with the other guys”
“Except you don’t study”
“I mean I’m trying to. Didn’t need to before ‘cause I worked with the others to bolster my grades, yet now they’re busy trying to work their way up the ladder. But you only study to make up for your failing grades in those physical classes, am I right?”
“...”
“Yeah, I know I’m right”
‘Well that was the original intention Leoghan had… But even then I was always fascinated by the knowledge books contained. Theory classes only served as a substitute’
“Anyway, Cyanide filled me in. Kiyah ain’t here, and her posse don’t take these theoretical ones either so I thought, why not? Only need to worry about the big guy there, but if you’re thinking what I’m thinking then that shouldn’t matter, yeah?”
He pointed behind him at a student sitting at the back of the class. Next to him was a white haired wolf therian, but while she stood out, he did so even more. He was a dark elf, perhaps the first he’d seen since his memories became foggy. He was a lean guy with a narrow jawline, and a handsome, well kept appearance, with hair that matched his skin tone accompanied by a pair of cold, calculating, vibrantly purplish eyes.
“Whos that?”
“You don’t know him?”, Tendan replied flabbergasted.
“What hole have you dug yourself in to not know-”
“You like people, I don’t”
“Well that’s a bit of a stretch but sure”
“Who is he”
“Haaa… Where’s my 10 points at?”
“Tch”, Silas rubbed his temples before reaching into his pocket and supplying him.
“That’s Treichnei Mordavias, otherwise known as The Master. Definitely not a guy you want to get on the nerves of. He’s rank no.2 of our year, and has rank no.4 and 7 under his wing. In fact that’s no.7 with him, want to learn of he-”
“No, rather… Why do they call him that?”
“Yeah, I know what you mean right, it’s as if he’s a fucking slaveowner or something”
“...”
“Hm? What are you into th-”
“No”, Silas turned his head away as he observed the professor settling her equipment down.
“Give me my points worth and tell me why”, he quickly declared.
“Well it’s nothing special. People started calling him that when he started gathering all the demi’s into his faction. Though it only really stuck when he got into the council. He just kinda seemed like an owner gathering them like pets, and I guess he-”
“Alright everyone, quiet down”, the female professor commanded, her large breasts jiggling as she dropped her heavy notes upon her desk.
“I guess he also has similar initials…”, he whispered again.
Though the professor glared at him in response with her scarlet red eyes. It seemed she had keen ears, or she was using some kind of detection magic. Either way her head turned promptly, her long blond hair swaying as a result.
‘Actually isn’t she the woman from the other day in the library?’, Silas couldn’t help but recall the big breasted woman from back then.
“Alright, so what would you do if a spell flew your way?”, her smooth voice echoed across the room.
“You could dodge it, charge it, you have time to decide or interrupt it while it’s being cast. Mages utilize runic magic from within the mana heart, but while it's being drawn, it will manifest around your body depending on where you channel it”
“The rune, even while incomplete, will draw in the world for their opponents to see. So an inexperienced mage will take longer to perform spells, a higher tier spell will take even longer. And that gives you a plethora of options to interrupt their spellmaking. Remember, mages are strong, but they need time which isn’t always available in combat. That’s why you always target a mage in group battles”
“Dude, this is boring, do you-”
“Shh”
“But experienced mages can hide their magic with an advanced technique, or by performing a spell on the side meaning they’re forced to use a magic 1 tier lower than their max. With the use of such duel magic, a disguise spell can mask the rune until it is ready to be cast. The rune circle will still be revealed, but the magic… The rune will not, until the entirety is cast; making it much harder to predict what may come your way. Assuming you barbarians even learn runes at all…”
As she glanced over the class, very few, including Silas, were writing in their books. Most like Tendan couldn’t care less. But after looking over at his notes, and failing to receive any attention, he sighed before resigning himself to his own quill.
“But even then, charging a mage can add pressure to their spellcasting, as if they fail to write the rune properly, it’ll fail to come to fruition. Which is why they are encouraged to go at their own pace, while experienced mages are encouraged to perform with swiftness. But you knuckleheads can get away with charging them most times all the same”, she sighed.
“Well against a being that’s naturally compatible with disguise spells, rune magic would never even be revealed, so it’s not like such a tactic would prove useful then anyway…”