The lift continues moving, the background a blur as the bulls at the front accelerate faster and faster.
I lay my head back, looking at uncle Neldor.
"Say, uncle Neldor, what was the power you obtained from the ceremony?" I ask curiously.
He takes off his sleeping mask and grins at me as he leans forward: "You wanna know? Well I got sort of a variation nature magic"
I scratch my head
"I thought powers and magic were two different things?"
He laughs
"What a foolish boy you are! Ah well I was just like you back then... you see, the magic I obtained was nature magic, the ability to grow and sustain plants and vegetation. The power would be the way you use your magic. I obtained a B tier power. Nature magic is usually C tier, but I got a variation, Azure Nature magic, boosting it to a B tier." He grows a bluish twig with leaves off the tip of his finger, before the leaves ignite in an azure coloured fire.
"See if I had obtained an F tier power, my magic usage would be very limited, I could turn trees and vegetation into azure trees", He twirls his finger "Like this, but I would have to be near a forest or a plant source to use my power."
I nod. "So you would need equal tiers of power and magic to become powerful"
He laughs, wiping tears from his eyes. "That's right boy, if it were too big of a difference it would cause an imbalance."
His face turns serious, eyes glinting with worship. "That's why faith is important. As long as the god you worship is powerful enough, you won't have to worry about getting lucky. See I once had this friend who was an absolute believer of Azruth, worshipping him every day and night. He ended up obtaining both A tier magic and power, boosting the worshipping of our clan by nearly two times."
I gasp, further speaking. "What about if-"
He waves his hand, cutting me off. "That's enough, ask the priest at the ceremony to answer all of your questions, alright?"
I sit back and relax, getting more excited by the minute for the ceremony. Till I wasn't I remembered the exact tier I got for my power and magic. F tier power, and D tier magic. Say the ranking went in alphabetical order, with A being the highest. Not only are my tiers very low, they are also separated by 1 tier. Did my bad luck carry on to this life? It would explain the system malfunctioning.
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"Beep, next station, Erlund Village, Beep" A woman's voice rings out over what appears to be a train station. many elves numbering in the tens of thousands are crowded here, with chatter reaching high.
The gang of three step off of the lift, with Uncle stretching.
ahh how nice, we finally arrived at the great Eivish City!!!!!!
Neldor shouts, startling nearby elves.
"What a big oaf"
"I could hear him over all of this chatter! Someone needs to shut him up"
Elves are a race known to judge... A lot.
Uncle Neldor rubs the back of his head and laughs sheepishly, quickly sprinting to the exit to wipe off the embarrassment.
Myyrth speaks, her face slightly red. "Why would you do such a thing uncle!"
Neldor speaks in a hushed yet loud voice. "I mean just look at where we are! The main city of our tribe, I haven't been here in 20 years! Plus, you're finally gonna meet our clan!"
I get a little confused, "clan?" Bruce
Uncle turns to me excitedly and speaks like a toddler who just found out about a big secret: "Yes! The Zinreirth clan, speculated to have roots to the great Azruth, our wonderful clan!"
Myyrth sniffles, wiping a tear from her eye: "Uncle, you practically raised us, due to our parents being separated from us due to clan issues."
I get confused: "Haven't we been here before? For your ceremony Myyrth?"
"What ceremony? Have you lost your memory, I wasn't eligible to participate, don't you remember? Auntie already chose me to be a future housewife for the clan, and housewives aren't allowed to awaken their powers and magic."
I gulp, oh shit, I nearly exposed myself: "Oh yes yes you're right sister, I must've gone mad."
Neldor shrugs, "Cmon kids, let's settle in at the clan grounds."
As we make our way towards our clan, my eyes catch a glimpse of an absolutely colossal tree, located at the centre of this city, the absolute behemoth glows a silent gold, my jaw drops at the sight.
Uncle laughs from behind me. "Ah yes, the Grand Elf Tree, our worship grounds, said to be planted by lord Azruth himself!"
Nyyrth is just as shocked as me, immediately dropping to her knees and praying in its direction.
I do as well, trying my hardest to boost my overall tier.
Onto the clan we go!