"Please elaborate," I adjured, confusedly readjusting myself as I raised my attentiveness. Recalling my scuffle with the primordial, I'd gathered that my control over magicules was akin to urging a dog to do a trick, so the mention of 'controlling destiny' didn't make much sense.
"Well, for you to have forced your soul to perform an act means that you don't adhere to the soul... the soul adheres to you." Tristan replied, answering my original inquiry.
Looking up at him more intensely, I held back my shock at his expatiation of my capabilities. Looking over his words, I came down to the basic meaning.
People of this world don't urge their magicules like I do, but instead listen to it.
"But then... how are you able to have your soul allocate to your body?" I inquired, suspicious of how his self-vitalization works.
"I assume that you've been forcing your soul to flow separately. In my case, the soul just does as I say without me having to assert dominance." Tristan answered, looking down as he'd been deep in thought as he tried to explain it.
Furious from how much effort it took me to finally gain control over my magicules, I relished in the defeat of having felt that I wasted my time, seeing how the soul can just listen to you, no questions asked.
That explained why I'd met so much resistance when moving my soul to my chest, feeling as if it was going out of its way to act against me.
It was because I was effectively putting my soul on a leash, forcing it to do what I wanted when I knew that they were sentient and had their desires.
Feeling horrible, I dug deep, sensing the negative emotions of each individual magicule as I'd gained this revelation, the guilt washing me ashore a beach made of regret, not only of how I'd treated my soul, but also how I'd wasted my time in learning how to better put it on a leash.
Understanding gained from Tristan explanation, I looked back at him to meet eyes.
"Now, that's not to say that what you've been doing is a bad thing. Quite the contrary actually," Tristan remarked, sensing my guilt as I'd realized what I was doing. "Getting your soul to like you takes time. Years for some, and that means just as much time is spent learning the basics, so you can skip entire steps of the learning process while effectively removing the possibility of losing favor with your soul."
Feeling happiness arise again, I asked, curious as to what he meant by his earlier statement.
"So, what did you mean when you said I held the power to control destiny?" I probed, seeking answers to yet unknown issues.
I'd always been curious about the metaphysical aspects of the soul, but to have the power to control destiny would be great, whatever that means.
Perhaps that meant I could change my destiny to be great? Maybe even to become the best.
"Well, I didn't mean it literally..." Tristan said. Immediately, my face dropped, disappointment shocking my body as I'd instantly lost grasp over all my fantasies. "What I meant is that with the ability to control the magicules themselves, you are not confined by the same rules that everyone else is."
"Rules?" I asked, curious how I was so different.
"Well, normally, it's impossible for the human will to be so overpowering that the soul itself would change form to conform to one's desires. That's a factor nobody has claimed since ancient times, which you seemingly possess."
Feeling special at his compliments, I begin to blush, a smile creeping on my face as I hide behind both of my hands.
Feeling more physically able, I latch my left hand on the tree behind me as I move my leg joints. First my right, then my left, slowing wiggling my weight up as I uncurl from my seating position.
Finally getting up from off the ground, I pat my blood-covered torn up pants that had been damaged from my confrontation with the primordial.
Speaking of the primordial...
I turn to my right again, searching for the crater containing the defeated primordial, hoping to bask in the glory revealed with having survived a scuffle with such a powerful being.
However, it wasn't there.
"Mom, dad!" I yelled out, fear exciting my nerves as I recalled all the pain experienced when facing the beast.
There it was, dashing in the air as it'd prepared a sneak attack on my parents.
Tristan--unaware--looked at me peculiarly after I'd let out my guttural scream, almost forming a sideways '3' with his mouth.
Mother almost instinctively turned around, sensing its presence. Building up force in her fist, she began to shout.
"Don't you dare interrupt!"
Coiling up her legs, she built up increasing pressure as she prepared for yet another one of her catastrophic launches.
The shockwave from the dash blowing past me, mother moved at beyond supersonic speeds towards the creature, too fast to see.
Thud!
With a sound as loud as a gunshot, the primordial was sent flying again, hurtling through dozens of trees as it clawed at the ground to break up the force of the punch.
Finally flying out of view, mother ran off again, clenching her fist as she released shockwaves with each step.
"Well, that's mom for ya', huh?" Tristan remarked awkwardly, conscience weighing on his soul as he'd felt left in the dust after mother did all the work.
In conjunction with mother, he ran off as well, moving as fast if not faster to catch up.
Being left alone, I decided that now was the perfect time to attempt it.
Willing the soul, I visualized the energy spreading to my legs.
However, this time, I had a better idea for transportation.
I take a step back, my body in preparation in the form of a running stance.
Then, I release a shockwave of soul energy right as my foot disconnects with the ground. This way, it was akin to propelling myself every single time I took a step.
Mindful of timing, I tried it step by step, gradually increasing in speed as I became accustomed to the rhythm of it.
"Woohoo!" I yelled, wind blowing past me as I was moving as fast as a car.
By no means was I creating shockwaves with each step, but I could now achieve fast transportation.
Almost too distracted by the victory, I narrowly dodge a tree as it grazes my shoulder.
"That was a little close," I muttered, feeling the danger of a collision at these speeds.
Wham!
Slamming into a tree right ahead, I fall back as my face is flattened from all the accumulated force. Rolling around in pain, I slowly recover and return to a standing stance.
This time, I won't be lackadaisical.
Attempting the same thing, I built up another rhythm, moving even faster than the last.
The only problem was that the constant production of a propulsion in the form of soul energy was taxing, and took far too much out of me.
I could maybe travel for a couple minutes at these rates of speed.
Sensing my soul escaping at rapid rates, I made sure to slow down as to ensure I didn't deprive myself of what let me function.
Feeling the thuds and booms increase in volume, I could sense I was getting closer.
Disregarding the energy loss, I traveled to where I felt the soul energy spikes, eventually reaching the origin.
Tristan and my mother were standing side by side, a fallen primordial at their heel.
"It's about time you show it to us. You have it, right?" My father posited, referring to something I wasn't sure he was talking about.
"You're damn right I do..." the primordial sputtered, angst in its tone. "Don't beg once I bring you to a most painful death."
Rapidly, light pierced my retinas as a burning luminosity spread to the deepest parts of the forest.
"Graaahhhh!" The primordial yelled, every ounce of its vocal strength used to produce it's war cry.
As the light flashed even brighter than before, its form began to... increase in size.
As the primordial kept getting bigger, Tristan and mother sat there with stoic expressions as they watched his complexion only increase.
With the light finally dying down, I could finally see properly, the forest returning to its green hue, though dust and debris had been scattered as a result of the pure soul energy released from his... transformation?
Towering over my parents was a huge story-tall creature, different in its anatomy.
Rubbing my eyes, I reaffirmed what I was seeing. That was him... that was the primordial.
"So... how do you want to be cooked?"