KENAN
I take in the fresh breeze to ease all the tension I could feel building up in me. Being a norm I have never been in the spotlight except during military training but we had only 20 trainees. Today I had to bear the stares of hundreds of students and staff. All of a sudden I started having a panic attack.
I feel a little overwhelmed trying to understand all the gazes and looks so I just had to leave there. I was already free of tension and could breathe well when my friends arrived. All of them had huge smiles on their face even Natalie and I didn't know when I also started smiling
"Bro you went wild in there, I'm sure that guy would miss 2 weeks of classes before getting back to his normal self" Lei says jokingly and it felt like a stab to the heart. I know I wanted to win but I didn't want it so bad that I would want to cause so much damage to anyone, I'm not a monster. My friends notice my silence and Natalie speaks up
"Don't worry he will be back on his feet by tomorrow morning. We have the best healers in the world right in this school." She replies and I feel the pain ease a little even though the regret didn't go away completely "Though I must say you really went all out. I don't know what you did with energy but I have never seen anyone not even our professors manipulate energy so effortlessly and use so much power. It felt like you were draining our life energy and pouring it into the energy sphere" she continues clearly amazed by what I did.
To me it just felt like I was connecting to the energy in the environment. This just proves my thesis that unlike every other supernatural that had the ability to manipulate the elements I had the ability to connect and become one with it. This makes it easy for me not to only conjure it but also use it to the highest level.
"I don't really know what happened. One minute I was angry at myself for losing my first fight and disgracing my class the next minute I'm floating in a sphere of energy and my anger did the rest. I still can't say exactly how I did it" I reply totally honest because I just have ideas and nothing more.
"It doesn't matter how you did it you are one hell of a supernatural. The world fear the coming of our Alpha" Bryan says the final sentence like a commentator and every one bursts into laughter. We keep on chatting as we all walk to the dorm and I must say I am so happy to have such amazing friends.
They have been my rock throughout this rollercoaster of a week. We spend the whole time making fun of Meon. Even though he is one of the best fighters I have ever met he still was not one to settle his issues with violence. Even in the pit he was trying so hard not to harm his opponent.
I'm still surprised he won with such a mind. Nik starts acting like him in the pit and we all burst into laughter. I came late and I was only able to catch a recap of the match so seeing someone do such a perfect copy of Meon was so hilarious. We arrive at the dorm and part ways.
The rest enter the main dorm and head to their floors while we head to our dorm. Once I get to the dorm I walk up to my room and quickly take a shower falling on my bed after.
I have spent a huge amount of mana between Battle magic class and the Trial so I sit on the floor of my room in a meditative pose taking deep breaths. Back when I was still at home and in the military training commander made us do meditations for an hour before traianing.
He always reiterated that a warrior without a clear mind and control over his thought and emotions is a danger to the world. I remembered it helped me balance all the emotions in me. I just hope it can help me balance my mana flow and energy giving me a balance that I have always needed between the amount of mana and energy I use regularly.
I close my eyes and focus on my breathing alone. I block out every noise clearing my thoughts. I focus on picturing my mana and unlike before that I could only picture my mana now I could see it clearly.
The core was black but a lot of impurities in it was making it come out a form of dull ash. I don't know how I could see it but I'm pretty sure it is my mana. At that moment a thought dropped into my head. It seemed a little impossible but there is no harm in trying.
Seeing as at the trial today I could feel the energy in the environment and I was able to draw on it using that to power my energy sphere instead of using mine. Maybe I could do the same thing with mana but instead of using it to power a spell I would use it in powering up my personal mana.
I close my eyes and focus on the mana in the environment. Ev en without opening my eyes I could see the mana flowing around in different colours and I could just feel the amount of power it was giving out. Focusing on the mana I begin to draw them into my body and I begin to feel the mana in me expand.
The mana in me begins to merge with the one coming in and it begins to take form. The mana in my blood begins to grow until I feel I could not take anymore and I let the mana go. Since it is a new process I formed myself it had no name. I think I will call this process Agglomeration.
I do the same thing with energy and I felt my whole body get pumped with enough energy to last me a whole year. This process is too powerful to be shared with others so I will name it Vivification.
Once I felt I have had enough I open my eyes and check my phone. Holy shit! I'm late for my training with Karl. I have been here ofr 2 hours and it only felt like 30 mins max. I can see these things take time.
I put on my clothes and rush downstairs. I jump from the top of the stairs and land on the ground before running at my fastest speed to the admin building. I enter the building and was about to walk up the stairs when the woman at the desk calls me back
"Alpha Kleitin he is not in his office but he left a message for you" she says and I walk back to her desk. I always expected everyone working in a college to either be in their late 40s or thereabout but this lady was in her late twenties max. She was in a White and Green Kafta with long red hair flowing behind her.
She was around 5'6 and with a very full body shape and curves that could make any man go crazy. I can't help but be blunt but she was fine, she sure will have a lot of people asking her out but I always met her here whenever I came here. She seems to be a workaholic like her boss. What a shame.
"Okay but did he say when he will be back" I ask and she shakes her head. She opens her drawer and searches through it for a while before bringing out an envelope. Way to go Karl, you leave me here and drop an envelope.
Why couldn't he just tell me yesterday when we saw that he wouldn't be around today in order to save me the stress of coming all the way. I collect the envelope and thank her before leaving the building. Once outside the room i open the envelope to see what is written in his letter when I hear his voice
"I'm so sorry something came up that needed my urgent attention and I had to leave the school so you won't be having training with me today. I have prepared another person to handle your training today. Go to this address your tutor will be waiting. Have a splendid training. We will talk in detail when I get back about your light show today" he says ending the message and the envelope bursts into flames leaving a paper behind.
What a show off, a simple text message would have suffice but he had to show his magical prowess with a magical voice letter. It was a training room in the school that was in the paper and I just felt like I had seen the number before but my memory escaped me. I push the thought away and focus on the now.
"If it was Preston he would have just said so and the training room isn't that of self defence and weaponry. Who could it be then? I know Karl likes to be all secretive most times but he could have just given me a name making this whole journey less sinister" I thought to myself as I walk back in the direction of our classes.
The whole school was empty by this time as most students would have been wasted after the trials. It doesn't take me long to finally find the training room and I recognised it immediately. It was our battle magic class and the only class I fear the most.
After what that man put us through today I didn't pray to end up close to this place anytime soon but here I am. I just pray it isn't who I am thinking it is. I walk up to the door and the moment I get a few feet close it opens instantly. I walk into the room and the whole place was dark and empty giving me some gothic vibes.
I feel a shiver run down my spine as I try to conjure up a fire ball to light up the place but obly an onyx fireball appears. I try make the ball larger so that it could at least light up the side of the room I was but to no avail. I soon realise there was no one in the room when I don't hear any reaction to my conjuration. I put off the fireball and was already walking out the door when someone speaks
"You are late again young man" the person says and if I was scared before now I was frightened. The voice sounded so deep and deadly but I muster all the courage and turn back. Standing there was the same old man from class.
He was in a robe instead of his Kafta and he wasn't holding the same staff from class anymore. He was holding a walking stick making him look more like Prof Dumbledore from Harry porter. I walk up to him and his face was expressionless. He waves his stick and the whole class lights up and also igniting the bowls of fire.
"I'm so sorry that I'm late again sir. I got the information for this training a little late sir. I promise to try to be more punctual subsequently sir" I reply sucking up to him with the multiple sirs.
He nods and beckons me forward. I just have to survive this night with him and then everything is going back to normal the next day when Karl returns.
"I hope so, now what do you know about casters?" He asks and thinking about it I barely know anything about the different supernaturals. I make a mental note to read on them as soon as I am able to get a chance to use the library.
"I really don't know much about them. All I know is that they are more connected to the invisible world and can use that connection to manipulate the physical world through commands in form of spells" I reply telling him all we were told in our first casting class. He bursts into laughter
"Nice of you to give me the dictionary and textbook version of us, Young man. If you really want to be a very powerful mage as you are you need to not only learn how to use the powers that come with your different sides but also understand those parts on a deeper level. Now let me rephrase my question. To you what does it mean to be a caster?" he asks and this time I really take my time to think about it.
"To be a caster is to have the world in your hands. There are countless of possibilities and numerous things that casters can achieve. Being a caster is having true power at the tip of your tongue and most importantly the discipline of using that power for the right purposes. Being a caster is being powerful but at the same time being disciplined" I reply after giving it a deep thought. I soon realise that the major thing he wanted to hear was discipline because in all endeavours discipline is very important.
"I'm so happy that I don't need to go into the whole discipline speech with you. You are very powerful and I'm not sugarcoating it at all. What you did today has been tried by multiple master life casters and they all ended up dead or scarred for life as it backfired. You did it with no prior training whatsoever and you were enjoying every single moment of it without straining.
I can tell you first hand from experience that real power like yours is very intoxicating and corrupting but only discipline can make it a blessing" he says going into the whole speech about true power but unlike everyone else I could see it in his eyes that he had experienced the backlash of lack of discipline and that made me respect him more "now let's get into the training" he says and I nod.
He moves to the centre of the class and I move closer to him.
Looking at the way he was moving he did not rely on the staff for movement so what I do not understand is why he goes through the stress of carrying the staff around. He waves the staff and two chairs and a table appear in our middle with a few books on it.
"As a caster it is a tradition that you are given your first grimoire by your parent but in your situation even your parents don't know anything about casting so I will do the honour of giving it to you" he waves his staff and a book appears from God knows where. He picks up the book and hands it to me
"From today I Jordan Humret bestow on you this grimoire of power" he says and puts the book in my hands still holding it
"lemper gunder fulter perut" he casts and the book lights up just as my hands touch the book. He leaves the book and I feel a little amount of mana leave my body as the book opens up to the first page. I look at it and it was completely empty so I close it up, what a complete waste of mana. I had expected something more than a freaking light show.
"Is that all or is something else supposed to happen" I ask playfully because I didn't really care. To me all of this is not for my gain so a little light show won't really impress me. He notices the mocking tone and smirks.
"Very soon you will understand the use of an enchanted grimoire." He says and I scoff there is really nothing superb about an enchanted book that can open at will. To me it's an extra burden having to control a sentient book and a ring with a mind of its own.
"Now I think it is time I tell you one thing that you won't be taught until our 3rd year of college" he says and that piques my interest. If there is one thing my mom has taught me to never discard it is knowledge no matter how small it is. I give him my full attention and he continues "It is time you know the secret of caster's magic"
Why does the supernatural world have to be so secretive?