"Borgen! When will it be enough? You've been trying to create a new mana type since we were kids. The academy starts in six months, if you don't declare attendance soon it won't matter that you have the highest level of mana control and refinment since the Founders themselves, you won't be allowed in."

   "sigh... You're right Malen, I know you are. It's just that I can feel it, its right there on the tip of my fingertips everytime I throw a spell, on my tongue every time I chant. I've recreated the experiments of the great, gone to insane lengths to get ingredients for my expermints. Here Malen interjects saying, who're you telling, we just fought a friggin medusa nest last week so you could try and recreate stasis mana and only then you realize you needed basilisk eyes for your tests. I wanted to kill you mate, I really did. Chuckling wryly Borgen continues, I remember and I remember the thrill of the batle too, you know thats why i do this, not to be one of the bloody "magic founders" I don't give a rats end whether or not I become system renowed because I created a new mana. Nope, all I want is to be the best damn warrior this place has ever seen. You know as well as i do that to do that as commoners that their's pnly one way. Yea I know Bore, and here they both sarcasticaly annouce at once " To mark Magic itself!"

  You know i really wish the academy had a better motto, says Malen. Well seems to me bor that you've tried all the tried and true ways. You formed plans, made charts, kept records and yet here we are so why don't you just take the same pure mana you always start with and fill it with your love of battle and use that, based on what I've always heard those bloody founders we're as much as about truly believing their magic into existence as much as creating.

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  Well... I suppose it can't hurt at this point says Borgen. So with fluid practiced motions he pulls mana from the air around him and creates a sphrere spinning in front of him, he close his eyes and instead of thinking of any end goal, he simply remembers the battle with the medusas, the instants thye were this close to being little stone men, he goes further back and remembers past battles, training spars with Malen, street scraps with the other kids when they see him trying to make a new magic, the crack of fists aganist jaws, knives swiping through the air, shouts filled with fear of pain and yet exictement to cause the same in others even if your cause is just. He spins it all into his mana and keeps submerging his memories, his very ideas and feelings of batle into the mana. Looking from the outside Malens freaking out, he whispers. Holy system, the nutjobs doing it. Out further than their seculded training and research building the rest of the city is freaking out until

                                                                 SYSTEM ANNOUCMENT: New mana souce founded!