The eagle flying in the sky was the only thing that really possessed freedom in the immense yellow desert. His wings fluttered lightly, his hair gleaming in the sun as the animal, free of any threat, hovered.
He descended in a flush and spread her wings before touching the floor, not letting her belly touch the warm sand. The eagle rose again, but he looked at the second presence in the immense desert.
Orion Baker watched the flight, not caring about the heat, not caring about the soles of his foot touching the hot sand, he did not disassociate his eyes from the animal.
- So free - He sighed, tired of just watching. - What do you want to tell me, bird?"
The bird's cry echoed through the desert and into the boy's ears, forcing him to close his eyes and fall into the darkness.
Opening them, he had returned to his simple home. He was lying on his blankets, the light of the room was a torch, stone walls were colder than the ground, and the wooden floor creaked without anyone standing. Beside him, a small desk with all his Arcana books on top, open, marked at his last glance before bed.
He laughed, rubbing his eyes.
Another strange dream.
- The time for rest is over, Orion - a cane passed the door before the old man. He was holding her, walking with one leg half-caught.
- I know, Dad.
The boy picked up the pencil again, pulled the paper closer, and continued his notes quickly. Unlike all other wizard families, the Baker portrayed physical and algebraic models to study magic.
And Orion Baker was the second son of one of the Baker families.
Oliver Baker, Orion's father, sat in a chair at the front and pulled out one of his son's finished papers, correcting the material. It was over in a few minutes, but he expressed no emotion.
- So, did you fix the magic circle of the Elementals with magic circles from the Gravitational School? - His question made Orion stop writing.
The boy raised his head, ready to explain.
- Dad-
- How many times did I tell you? - His voice widened, and Oliver's anger shook the environment around him. - Each School must understand its own faults, Arcana can not mix, can not unite.
- But, Father ...
The 18-year-old boy still did not deal with the pressure of his father, an Intermediate Wizard of the School of Electricity. He was rigid, impressed by dogmas of magic and the Arcanum.
Even though the Baker family was in decline and was dishonored by past factors, Oliver Baker was one of the few of his dismantled family whose respect was still valid.
And like all ancient wizards, he was trapped in his own bonds.
- Each school has its own way of evolving, joining concepts from other places is like ignoring all the evolutionary steps. It is wrong, given as a crime in large parts of the Continental Isles, Orion. I have told you this many times.
- So look at the paper answers, Dad. - Orion picked up the sheet and showed the bottom where the numbers and letters joined. - With the help of the central gravitational field, rune circles improve by 60%. It is a breakthrough for all magical schools.
- Orion ... - Oliver lost strength in the body, sitting again, but saw his son take other papers and put in alignment. Oliver's unhappiness was clear, but looking at his son trying to help was still not enough to get him out of that world of pain.
- I've put together a number of factors from other schools, I can clearly show that they can improve if they get the basics from other schools, Dad. Look - pointed to one of the symbols of Scholasticism of Molecules - The minimum vibration can bring more coating the spells of Speed and Strength in addition to helping in the understanding of the School of Light.
- Orion ... - Oliver's cry made some of the papers fly away and his son's movement ceased. - Enough of that. Keep these papers with you or I'll burn everything, and do not tell anyone about it. If some of the Elders find out, I will not be able to defend it.
Orion ducked his head and let his father leave the room. He picked up his fallen leaves, stuffed it into a small folder containing his personal notes from Arcana, and continued his studies for another 5 hours.
This was the boy's routine. He got up in the morning and trained with wooden poles and swords with the instructor, washed and spent the whole afternoon studying.
At age 18, Orion Baker began studying Arcana with his father when he was 6 years old. Since then, he is the only one with intermediate knowledge in Arcana before reaching the age of 20 in every Caldera of Islets.
No matter how Orion was a normal person, his mind was quick and he remembered everything he once studied, engraving images, symbols, and patterns with just one eye and no more.
He never commented to anyone, the fear that his father would perform a bureaucratic function near the Elders tormented him. He liked magic, he liked to read about, to test ideas ...
At dusk he sat in front of a small plant, its leaves growing slowly. That was a Moderia plant, one that would grow and turn a tree in the future.
- Real growth time: 9 years ... - he wrote in his paper. - The Light Wizards, called Lumos, can make it grow in 7 years with the Accelerated Growth spell. Magic has its circles exactly equal to the magic of Molecular Wizards, Material Aging.
Orion picked up his pencil and began to write down quickly as the light from the bright moon was available. He drew the symbols and effects of the spells while describing their effects based on experiments described in the books.
- It was for both of them to have the same result, but the Lumos magic had more effect. Why? The boy stopped writing and leaned against a large stone, watching his notes.
They were too many questions, so many that he could not answer some without raising others. The world was described in so many books, but it never contained the answers he sought.
Before sleeping right there on the stone, Orion looked up at the sky with no cloud and stared at the stars shining, continuing his questioning about the books of Arcana.
Was a boy enough to unravel the whole world of magic?