Samuel:
The walk back to the cabin was a long and sullen walk. After talking with my mother about the prospects of what it means to be a space type magic user, it honestly didn't leave me with much hope. I internally felt like I was letting down my family. She informed me that the prejudice of magic user's is the strongest against those with the ability to use space magic. If you were sent to the citadel and tested to be the most apt to use space magic they would quickly teach you how to open a portal, and then send you off to military school to learn the art of the sword. You would be treated worse than a common soldier since the only purpose you'd have on the field was moving soldiers around. However, there seemed to be a lot of limitations to the ability to portal people. The further the distance to teleport the more mana it required, and then adding in the equation of teleporting people it made it even more difficult. The most of experienced space users would only be able to send a small battalion of troops a few hundred yards away. Due to the uselessness of space users they have been subjected to extreme prejudice for hundreds of years.
Instead of wallowing in my depression I decided to look at this from a more practical view point. The one benefit that I have that other's don't from this realm is I have a good basic principle on the laws of my old universe. I can't imagine them being all that different from the laws of this world. You still need energy to make things function and operate. It's just that in this world instead of powering things via electricity it's instead powered via magic. Different concept but same basic principle.
The one thing that gave me hope was that I may be proficient with space type magic, but I also have a trick up my sleeve people won't be expecting. I was gifted the ability to bestow magic onto inanimate objects. My thinking is that if I teach my mother how to open a portal I may be able to import that ability onto an object. Maybe the reason why it was so difficult for people to be successful with space magic is that they needed to do too many things at once. They needed to set two predetermined coordinates, then set how many people needed to go through the portal. My hope is that if I make a lot of those numbers you'd normally have to "program" with magic. I could instead make those things a constant. If I set the coordinates between two objects of my choosing then I could take the burden off of me having to control all of those figurings with my own magical ability.
However, first things first I need to get Father to create me two metal rings. If I'm able to bestow onto the two metal rings the portal magic then I'll be able to test out all of the theories that I've had raking through my brain.
The entire walk back was quite but as soon as we passed the clearing I looked over to my mother. "Mother, I know that in the beginning I thought it was over for me once you told me about Space users. However, I think I'll be ok. I'll find a way to make it work." She looked over at my face and saw that I meant it and received my statement with a huge smile.
"Ok let's go home and say hi to your father."
She urged me to speed up my pace so that we could get home faster. I was enjoying the stroll through town with my mother. I waved to the people in their fields tending to the crops. I watched the men of the village hauling up large bails of hay with their bare hands. Slapping the asses of their cattle to urge them to move from their grazing spots to different ones. The overall feel of the town was quite peaceful, and to make the image a much smoother one a slight breeze was tickling the nearby trees and foliage to play nature's calm melody. This was truly a peaceful town, and something I never had the opportunity to experience back on Earth.
As we passed by the buildings of the town's tailor and baker a man swaddled in a bright fine red cloth emerged from the door of the tailor. It was the minister of our town.
"Oh hello there." He bowed his head in a hello, then his eyes widened as he realized it was my mother. I could see his pleasant smile turn dark.
"Ah, miss Corenthea what a pleasant surprise to see you out and about today." He gestured his hand out for her to take hold of it. She did so in a very hesitant way and he kissed her hand. He left his lips on her hand for an uncomfortably long time, and I felt the need to interject.
"Ah mother of mine. Do you remember that time that Father was able to beat the whole town in a grapple match, and not even the minister could best Father? Ah I love watching Father be the strongest man in the whole village. It fills me with such pride to be called his son." I said the words with a surprising amount of venom. I wanted this man to know that he was playing with fire trying to mess with my family.
My mother chuckled to herself then kindly responded to the dark look the minister was giving me. "Oh I'm sorry for my son's rude remark. Let me take him home to give him a good wallop on his backside to help him to remember to give respect to his elders. I apologize but we must be on our way now minister." She snatched her hand away from his lips, and quickly grabbed my ear. She gave it a light tug and pretended to scowl at me. I let out a fake short yelp and pretended to plea to my mother to let me go.
"Oh mother please let go of my ear. I'm sorry I won't do it again!" I pretended to howl until we were out of the sightline of the minister and she quickly let go of my ear.
"Thank you for helping me out of that situation." She let out a loud sigh and she quickened her step wanting to get home to Father.
"Mother why does that man seem to want your attention so bad?" I asked her as we were making haste to get back home.
"A long time ago he was the captain of the battalion I was with in the army. He took a liking to me when I saved him from an enemy battalion by wiping them out with my spell, Fire Snow. That's also where I got the nickname of The Burning Beauty on the battlefield." She seemed to be blushing at just the mere thought of such a silly nickname. Wait hold on a second what the fuck is Fire Snow?
"Mother what exactly is that spell you were talking about?" She gave it a moment of thought and then told me about the original spell she had created.
"The spell that I created during my twenty year stay with the army was named by someone else, Fire Snow. The spell created small little wisps of fire and spread out across the field of war. If someone were to touch one of those little wisps they'd be set ablaze." It seemed that me asking her about her spell brought her memory to a dark place.
"I'm sorry for asking Mother. I didn't mean to sour your mood further." I looked down at my feet because I honestly did feel bad that I seemed to dredge up some ugly memories of her past.
"Don't worry son of mine. It was a long time ago and Mother is happy that her son can use magic as well. I just hope to teach you the right way to use magic like my master taught me." She put her hand in the small of my back seemingly to urge my speed along.