'Thunk thunk thunk'
The rhythmic thumping of my axe hitting the tree was calming, as I though about the events of the past few days. It had been two days since the talk with my father, and I was still unsure of what to think.
If he was being honest, and I think he was, then my nature could be explained as the nature from the Vanir family. Now, I was just more confused by the circumstances of my mother being near our farm.
'I want to meet her.' The goal was set in my mind. It may take years, but I will do it.
'Creak.' The tree groaned as it started to fall over. I let out a long sigh as I though about the work cut out for me. This tree wasn't too big, but it would still take a while to move it back to the farm. And I was supposed to get four more of these.
'Just what is that old man planning?' The old man, in question, being my grandfather. He was the only person on the farm who truly was old. Getting into his seventies. He had demanded we go out and get "The best wood you can possibly find," without explaining why.
On top of that, I had to prepare for another journey to Lockwood. We were running low on some supplies, and Eva had proclaimed she was feeling particularly magical at the moment, so she wanted to go get her annual examination.
Why she didn't go with me just a few days prior, I will never know. She said something about how it wasn't the right time. I think she just wanted to be a pain. We were set to go in two days, but I like to make sure I'm ready at least a full day in advance. Once I cut down these trees, I would make sure I had everything needed, and pressure Eva to make sure she had was at least planning what to take.
After I had cut down and moved another tree, I had a truly terrible idea. But I had to follow through on it. I was just too curious. The receptionist had said that I am able to rearrange myself. So, at the risk of my life, I decided to try just that. I wanted to see if I could turn my hand into an axe. I sat down on the trunk of one of the trees I had chopped, and held the axe in my left hand, while I held my right hand out, palm to me.
Studying the axe, I realized I had no idea where to start, so I just decided to try and feel it out. At first I tried visualizing my hand shifting into the shape of the axe, and that accomplished nothing, so I started getting more creative. Closing my eyes, I simply felt. Feeling for anything.
Wouldn't you know, I grasped something. There was a tightness in my chest. Not there physically, but still there. It's very hard to explain. I focused on that feeling, and realized I could control it, ever so slightly.
I tried, once again, to turn my hand into an axe. It still did not work. The feeling made some attempt to move that direction, but it was like it lost interest. At one point during my attempts, I glanced over at the axe in my left hand. I was just trying to refresh my memory of it. Maybe I needed to understand it better? But that was not it.
With the mental command if moving that feeling, and my focus on the axe, I felt the tightness in my chest rush into my shoulder, down my arm, and into my fingers. This all happened in a split second. As that feeling, mana as I came to realize, reached my fingers, they started to distort.
Black and purple offshoots starting growing off my hand like vines. No, not growing off. My hand was turning into this black and purple mass of vines.
The mass started encroaching onto the axe, climbing up the length of the handle, reaching the blade, and covering that, too. After a few seconds, the mass started receding. I could feel the tightness slowly returning to my chest. As the vines, the product of my sorcery, receded, there was no axe.
Where the blade should have been was nothing. The handle was gone, too. The vines reached what was the normal length of my arm, and just started morphing into my regular arm, my normal hand. It was like the axe was never there, and no purple vines had ever replaced my arm.
"What in the world..." I couldn't help but ask myself. A feeling of comfort rolled over me, like I had just eaten something. I found this slightly disturbing.
With no idea of what to do next, I decided to just try what I had tried before. I turned my focus back to right hand, and visualized an axe, trying to move the mana in my chest. This time, it took no effort at all. With the idea of the axe in my mind, it rushed down my arm once again.
This time, however, it wasn't to eat.
As it reached my elbow, my arm started distorting into the black and purple vines once again. This extended the length of my whole arm. At my elbow, the vines started to narrow, leading up to about where my hand was. Similar in length to my axe. What used to be my hand broadened, getting wider, yet getting sharper.
Just like an axe head.
By the end of it, what used to be my arm now resembled an axe. Well, only kind of. The handle of my old axe was made of a nice dark wood, and the blade was a dull iron.
My Kura axe, however, was none of that. It retained its look of black and purple vines. They were all entwined together, growing at weird angles to form the blade. It didn't make sense how something so plant like in shape could form a sharp blade, but the blade certainly looked sharp.
With nothing to do other than test it, I decided to move onto the next tree. It took a little moving around to be able to swing it comfortably, with the axe growing straight from my elbow. I couldn't get the same leverage without holding it in my hands.
Eventually, I figured out a good way to swing it. The results were rather shocking. It was definitely sharper than my old axe. It could cut well. It wasn't enough to save a large amount of time, but it was still faster. After the tree was down, it only took a thought for the vines to recede, returning my arm in the process.
A light laugh escaped my lips as I realized just what this meant. I could be a sorcerer. A strange one, but still a sorcerer.