Chapter 18: Light

Chapter 18: Light

And let there be light.

Yeah, I wish it was that easy, huh?

Not in a blasphemous way, obviously. My family is very religious, and I even though dont really care that much about going to church, there are a few good wife-prospects there soUpdated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

Right now, Im practicing pagan magic. The one I should make light with if I dont want the book to zap me to death.

Im not sure it will be to death, but why risk it, right?

I think about my previous thoughts on Harry Potter, and I find it extremely funny that my first feat of magic reminds me of an old version of the computer game of the most famous wizard on Earth.

Its hard to explain, because the nuance of it is impossible to convey to muggles.

But it is indeed very similar to tracing a shape. Imagine having a pen and you can regulate how much ink you can discharge at once. Well, weaving magic together follows a similar procedure.

You put together a rune, but you dont have one starting point. I tried and I managed to start completing the thing from three different parts.

Its like

Oh, man, its hard to explain.

Its like playing that Harry Potter game where you have to trace the spell during your classes. But the model is not two-dimensional. You have three dimensions and the imaginary lines you have to follow can be thinner or thicker.

And not just that!

There appears to be a time-component to this damned thing!

Is time a dimension?

Can I say that this thing is actually four dimensions worth of pain in the ass?

The lines move, they are not fixed. For this spell, its easy to see where they will go, and when you will need to tackle such lines.

Its like tracing scribble, honestly. Its like a three-dimensional scribble that moves around, evolves in time, and that you must trace with your mana.

How does that work, huh?

Well, I wish knew, pal.

One would think, well, its just a [Light] spell, how hard can this be? I wasnt Albert Einstein, but I bet I could do such a spell easily!

The student should start by using a three-point approach, before trying to complete the whole thing at once. It may take minutes on the first try. Remember, the path to [Archmage] is full of trials! Dont give up!

Couldnt you have told me before? I ask, exasperated.

A proper [Mage] has to learn to ask the right questions.

And thats it, the ink disappears, and the book resumes its blank look.

Oh well, lets look at this scribblematrix once again.

I activate the skill and start looking in blank space, trying to visualize the spell matrix in front of me.

It rotates gently, changing shape ever so slightly while dancing around.

Its fascinatingno, enrapturing.

This time, I focus. Magic is like a recipe. You cant mess up, but you need to stay flexible.

I focus my mana on three points, the ones at the outermost parts of the matrix. Now, I start slowly tracing them toward the center.

I can feel my sweaty forehead going cold from the exertion. This is no joke. Mana is ethereal and its not like trying to draw something with your hands, but its still much harder than you would think.

Now, though, I know something more. I have the new teaching the book has imparted on me.

Slower there. You, faster.

I whisper to myself to guide my mana in the right grooves of the scribble. I make it a bit thinner there, and a bit faster. Then, I make it a bit heavier up there, and a little slower.

I start getting into a weird rhythm. Im like a Pacman professional, I move and weave my mana all around.

Its a strange dance, as if someone was beating a drum in my hears, but Ive fallen into it so perfectly that without even noticing, the three lines I was tracing now touched each other.

Now, lets take a second to examine what I just did.

Someone would feel tremendously proud of completing a spell in a day or two, I guess. However, I have to remind you, I just completed the spell a few inches from my eyes. Sure, why wouldnt I? Do you think that I am able to think?

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

I just blasted a [Light] spell right in my eyes, so strong I feel them burning, and I scream in pain.

Sure, making it ten feet away and closing my eyes would have been the same since I was using a skill to see the mana, and not my actual sight.

Im on the ground, screaming in pain and swearing to high heaven, when I hear my door open and someone rush in.