The world is confusing. I don't understand how I got here or what I have to do to progress in this life. I'm an infant. Maybe 5 or 6 months old now but I don't know how to act. I don't remember being a baby. I have all my memories of my life before I killed myself but I'm lost here. I cry for food and to be changed but that's it. Other then that I watch Myriad most days. He knows something is different with me but he can't figure out what. " There is intelligence in your eyes little one but of what you think I know not. Do you understand? Are you like us or are you... unique? Were you the reason they attacked your family or was it your mother?" That piqued my interest. Why would they be after a baby? Why me? Myriad spends his days reading strange books. Muttering to himself as his fingers wave in weird and strange motions. One day as I watch he starts muttering while making a symbol like a 4 with his finger. " PHLOATUS FLIK"
A chair lifts a few feet in the air and aligns it self upside down on the table behind him. ( what was that?! Is that like what happened that night I was born?)
I started trying to do the movement he did but my clumsy hands couldn't do it. I couldn't speak the words he could. ( He made a sign like a 4 and said lotus flick? Or was it Phloatus Flik?) As I thought of the motion I could feel energy fill my fingertip on my left hand and flow down my arm to my chest where it split going all the way down to my right foot and up my right arm. Upon reaching my finger tips I watched the chair he had just placed on the table fly into the air and crash into the ceiling, shattering into pieces. A giggle escapes my mouth and as I look around I see Myriad staring at me with fear and awe on his face. He walks to me and gently places his thumb on my forehead and says clearly " CLAIRVIANT INSIGHT! Now think child..." I didn't know what he did to me. Was it a ward or a mental shield or was he just playing a game with me? (What is it he wants? Should I try again to copy him? Will he get mad? Will he think I'm a monster?) Falling back his jaw drops as he mutters a curse out loud.
" Bradshaws Balls! You do understand!" He crept closer and asked me " How did u do that spell without the incantation or motions?" (I thought of the motion and words like this.) Seeing the symbol in my head and repeating the words in my mind another chair lifted and started to move before I lost control again. Only this time it simply dropped down to the floor causing me to feel dizzy and my mind to go blank as I drifted out of consciousness. For the first time in the 6 months since being born here I dreamt. It was of my old life. My ex wife, my childhood, my cousin, my daughter, and finally my suicide. I wake screaming my little lungs out trying to gasp for breath and for peace. " TRANQUILUM". As Myriad's voice rings out I feel a cooling sensation fill every cell of my body. I open my eyes to see him staring at me with sadness in his eyes. " I hope you can forgive me but I read your dreams. You have been out since yesterday morning and I was beginning to worry. But, I believe I can answer some of your questions if your up for it."
(Where is this place? Who are you? What am I?) With a slight pause he began to explain. " This place is called Miriam. It is a small Forrest on an island of the coast of the mainland. The mainland is referred to as the Sanctum Mysterium. A place filled with mages of all types of social standing. Here we do not have the things you refer to as science. Magic rules this land and few are born without any magical prowess. Those that are born with no talent are used as laborers or 'slaves' as ur world would call them. There are dark creatures that seek out high magic individuals with the hopes of corrupting them. I believe you know the beings I'm referring to.." ( You mean the Treylerd? Did they attack because of me? Are those people who would of been my parents dead because this vessel has high magic potential?) He ponders this for a moment before answering me. " It is possible, but your mother was a teir 3 so they could of been after her." Silence fills our minds as we try to digest all we have found out. Then, he looks to me as he ask a question that seems to be weighing him down for a few days now.
" How is it you came to be here. The being I heard after you... died.... concerns me. He reminds me of Sabriel Bradshaw." He goes silent, as if lost in thought. ( Who is Sabriel Bradshaw? How is he similar to the beings voice I heard as I died? What do you mean by teir 3?) He chuckles as he starts to explain " All mages are classified based off of their level of mana.when we are born we all possess a small amount and as we grow our environment plays a small role in it's growth, but ultimately we all have an innate limit that we will never be able to overcome. There is a spell to see what yours is but only you can see your own. If used on someone else an error message will appear. Tier 10 is the lowest mage possible. Most T10s turn out to be farmers and hunters like your father was. Your mother was classified as a teir 3 due to her ease at using advanced healing magics. T3s are rare. With only 70-80 existing at one time at most." He makes a motion with his hand drawing a bulls eye on his heart after he touches the center saying " STATICUS"
In my mind I visualize the symbol he drew over his heart. I feel the mana circling thru my tiny body as I repeat the word he said. (STATICUS)
A windows appears in front of me as if I'm in a game. It list all my stats making me laugh in the begining until I got to the end.
NAME: Alonso Allister McCoy
(Infant)
HP: 25
MP:200
STR:1
DEF:1
SPD:1
WIS:1
INT:150
SKILLS: ???,???,???,???,???, Silent spellcasting Lv2, Diety's gaze
A powerful diety is watching you grow.
Unlimited growth potential.
SOMEONE IS CURRENTLY CONNECTED TO YOUR MIND. ALLOW THEM TO VIEW YOUR STATS? (Y/N)
(YES) With in a few seconds Myriad's eyes widened. " How did u do that? No one should be able to see your stats. It is a law of magic and of this world."
(I don't know. It asked me if I wanted to share so I said yes. Is it really that strange?)
" Yes it is, but not as strange as ur actual stats. Most only start with 1 or 2 skills, but you have 7. The 2 that are shown don't exist as far as I know, but what is weirder is your intelligence stat. Most start off between 0-12." ( So what does it mean with it being this high?)
" everyone starts at T10. You can only cast spells in your teir or below. On top of that for every 50 points of intelligence you go up 1 teir in magic. So at 6 months old you are a teir 7 mage with no knowledge or experience."
(SO your saying I'm a genius? LOL.)
" What I'm saying is you could become far stronger then me by your teens and even rival that of the mage God Sabriel Bradshaw by adulthood. He was the first to bring magic to this world and the strongest mage we have ever known."