A New Life
Skylar Indra
Waking up in the middle of a field of grass is always a pleasant way to wake up until you realize that you didn’t go to sleep in a field of grass. As a woman of science, this was completely unexplainable, especially the fact that I felt like I wasn’t in my own body anymore. I felt...strange, lighter almost like the clock had been ticked back on my biological form. My complexion was a light tan, I had actually gotten considerably more color than what I’m used to seeing from my skin.
I felt as though I was wearing a lot of metal on me, which is strange because I had gone to sleep in my pajamas. I was grateful however that I was wearing clothes meant for the outdoors.
“...lar, hey Skylar, anyone home?” I heard a voice ask next to me. I hadn’t expected it in the slightest.
“Ah” I yelled sitting up in a flurry. “where am I? who are you? How did I get here?” I asked in a flurry to this good-looking person standing over me, his silvery-green hair hung down like a waterfall over his defined bright face and light silvery grey eyes peering down at me in confusion.
“What are you talking about?” he questioned with his silky smooth voice that seemed to descend from the sky washing over me in a blanket of what felt light pure light, “We are in the field right outside of town, we always come here.”
“What do you mean? This is not… wait, what is our town called?”
“Elwood. Why, did you forget again?”
“Oh no, just a bit distracted right now.”
“What are you talking about.”
“Sorry ignore that, it seems I’m not being myself right now.”
“Yeah, thought so. I’m going to take you home now, looks like being outside has taken a toll on you.”
As I followed him home, I thought about what this other world is and why I’m here. I know that this is not the same world I used to be in, which means I’m not the same 26-year-old genius scientist I used to be.
“Hey, tell me a little about this country.”
“Are you sure you’re ok? You’re acting strange.”
“Oh come on, just tell me a little,” I said a bit naggingly, hoping he wouldn’t catch on to my desperation.
“Fine, I’ll tell you a bit. We are in the kingdom of Griral, it’s a fairly big kingdom shrouded by a maze of giant oaks and roaming mists that if you go in unprepared, you’ll either die from the monsters or starve to death before you find the main capital where the royal family resides.”
“Huh ok, thanks.” I pondered, “By the way, is there a way to summon people from another world?”
“Maybe with summoning magic, but that only works on tamed animals and monsters.”
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“Wait, say that one more time.”
“What summoning magic?”
“Yeah, that, what do you mean by magic?”
“You really must have forgotten everything, magic is an ability that humans and other races have from birth and can be developed through training.”
“Show me.”
“Huh? Are you crazy? I can’t show you only a few people in the entire village that can use magic.”
“What? So magic is like a rare thing that only a select few have?”
“Of course, to use magic you have to have a total understanding of the element.”
“How would you go about understanding this?”
“You should know this, your stepmother is a mage!”
“Really? What kind of magic does she use?”
“Fire, everyone knows this. She’s the one that goes around and lights the fires during winter.”
Magic, huh? Interesting. Upon arriving home, the first thing I noticed was the rundown mossy wood and cracked stone facade with a practice sword resting on the door frame. On my first step inside I was greeted by a fair-skinned woman with a motherly appeal, which was strange because she didn't look a day over 22. Casting his gaze at us from a distance in the dining room was a man with warm golden eyes and a structured face, complemented by a well-built frame, holding what looked like a small child, maybe around the age three or four.
“Thanks as always Luke, we really owe you,” the motherly figure said bending down showing a little too much of her chest, “Honey, put art down and come greet your daughter.”
“She’s as much your daughter as she is mine, I’ll say hello when she steps inside and takes this little ball of trouble out of my arms,” he said, gesturing to me to move over to him.
“I don’t recall their names, Luke, help me out here,” I said whispering into Luke’s ear
“It's really no problem Mr. and Mrs. Indra.”
“Oh come now, I told you to stop calling us that, just call us Aria and Ash.”
“Oh no, I couldn't. Anyway, I have to run home, I think my dad just got home.”
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“Hey, uh Aria, how do you use magic? Like what's it feel like?”
“Hmm? Did you forget already? It feels like circulating an unknown substance through your body.” Aria explained, rubbing her body to show the passages in which her internal mana travels to develop the element she uses. “Well I use fire so it's not too hard but, if you were to learn magic I would recommend going down the path of, let's see, oh! Spatial is perfect for you! Since you have dragon blood circulating through you.”
“Spatial magic, huh?” I pondered as I took a step back. “Can you show me your fire magic?”
“Uh sure?” As she lifted her hand a small ball of white was starting to be conjured and then began sucking other smaller white particles out of the air, suddenly it combusted into a flame a little larger than a candle flame, but smaller than a campfire. I rushed over and bent down to examine the flames, probably not a great idea since they were very bright. “Can you do that again?” I asked inquisitively, still examining the small flame hovering a small distance above my mother's hand. “Sure,” she stated flatly as she dispersed the flames the white particles also dispersed back to their original positions in the room. As she reignited the flame, the same peculiar thing happened with the air where the white sphere was sucking all the small colorless particles out of the air and clumping to the sphere to make it bigger.
“Can you see that? The small white ball you create before the flame ignites?”
“What? I have no idea what you're talking about.”
Hearing this my father rushed over and began questioning me about the small white ball I could see. Apparently, there have been few in my father's old clan that could also see the small ball those who could call it mana as it gathers at the point of the spell being conjured before it is actually conjured.
“Since you can see this I need to start training you on how to circulate and manipulate your innate mana.”