Chapter 45: So Much More to Learn

Chapter 45: So Much More to Learn

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Tala returned to her room, only to find a note on the slate, which was affixed to her door, below the room number.

The note simply read: Please see the Front Desk.

I suppose theyre trying to maintain privacy? She turned and strode to the entrance hall. In order to reach her room, she had gone around the side, choosing to walk through the gardens as much as possible, rather than through the buildings hallways.N0v3lRealm was the platform where this chapter was initially revealed on N0v3l.B1n.

A different older woman was sitting behind a desk, situated in an alcove of the large atrium, at the front of the inn. The matron stood as she saw Tala approach. Good evening, Mistress. How may I help you?

I had a message to come to the front desk?

Oh, certainly. Name, please?

Tala.

Oh! Yes. She bent down and lifted up a small chest. It was bound in iron, and had a solid clasp, though no lock to keep it shut. This was left for you by Master Grediv. He asked us to convey his apologies for missing you, and to ask you to seek him out, if you had any questions.

Tala smiled, accepting the box. Thank you. It wasnt light, but it definitely wasnt too heavy for her. Goodnight, matron.

Goodnight, Mistress.

Tala gave a small nod and returned to her room.

Once in the room, she sat in her chair, the box in her lap, and flipped open the lid. Inside, three thick, leather-bound books rested: A Mages Guide to Their First Mageling: Basics Every Mageling Should be Taught, A Reference for Inscribing Known Materials, and On Determining the Means to Empower Unique or New Materials. There wasnt a note or anything else in the box.

Well, thank you, Master Grediv. She smiled. These will do nicely.

She quickly flipped through the reference book and just as shed thought, there were no useful notes on spell-forms for air. To her surprise, though, air was listed. Beside it, there was a simple sentence: The creation of spell-forms in the air is the domain of Archons, and not within the scope of this work.

Interesting. She was definitely going to pursue this further. She glanced at the box of books, then down at her belt pouch. I wonder She closed the box, and opened her bag to slide the box in. Letting it go as soon as it was fully inside.

Then, she pulled the belt pouch free, opening it wide and placing it on the floor.

Without delay, she climbed down into it, and turned to look at the bookshelf. Sure enough, the three books had been added next to her notebooks. Well, I suppose this entire space doesnt exist, except under the influence of your power, so why should it be strange that things which enter it can be manipulated by you?

The pouch did not respond.

I need someone to talk to She sighed. With all the oddities swirling around her, she didnt know exactly who she could trust with all of it, if anyone. Grediv was too nice He probably wants something.

She looked around, then reached her arms out, stretching wide. She couldnt touch the walls. Youve doubled in size She turned in a circle. You also feel low on magic. The ambient power in here is almost as low as in the city. She nodded. We need to find a way for you to indicate you need more power, without me having to come in Maybe one of the knots on your tie cord? Not sure how that would work, thoughYoure connected to my will. Can I feel when youre running low? That might be too convenient. Maybe after a few days of consistent refilling? She sighed, walking to one wall that had a lighter patch in the shape of her right hand. I assume this is for me. She smiled. Why not.

She directed power coming in through her gate in a carefully regulated flow out of her hand and into the inside of the belt pouch. She was mindful of how easy the power flowed, and didnt allow the stream to grow too large, or to flow for too long.

There. She said, pulling her hand back. The ambient power in the air of the pouch had now risen to a level near that of the wilds outside Bandfast. That should do.

She climbed up out of the hole in her inn-room floor, closed the belt pouch and set it and her knife on the bedside table.

She stripped out of her clothes and carefully set them out on the chair, for the next day. That done, she moved through her nightly stretches, and did her hair up, so it wouldnt tangle. No need to get my new clothes all sweaty or covered in wrinkles, after all. It wasnt like she had spares, at the moment.

She was about to head to bed, when her eyes fell on the knife, now across the room from where shed been working.

She didnt feel the strained exhaustion in her soul anymore, though she did feel a bit of weariness from the same nebuloussense. One rep, then.

She held out her hand and reached for the knife.

Without an instants hesitation, it zipped across the intervening space, stopping immediately, perfectly aligned and situated in her hand.

The worked soreness returned, and Tala yawned before smiling down at the knife. That will do, nicely.

Without further delay, she climbed into her waiting bed, snapped her fingers to turn off the artifact lights, and promptly fell to sleep.

* * *

She woke at the first hints of light on the horizon, the glowing sky turning the few buildings that poked over the inns walls into a flat black silhouette of themselves. Oh, I forgot to draw the curtains.

She completed her stretching and exercises before she was truly, fully awake. As wakefulness came upon her, she grinned in triumph. Throughout her sets, her sleepy mage-sight had been focused inward, guiding her movements towards best effect. In addition, shed maintained balance and proper breathing.

Now awake, she added one more exercise to the regimen. Soul Work. It was a stupid name, but she couldnt think of a better one.

She stood near the door into her room, knife in hand and in its sheath. With a casual motion, she tossed the knife towards her bed, then pulled on the weapon, drawing it back towards her, even as it arced away.

Immediately, the knife zipped back to her hand, as easily as her hand might move to rest on her hip.

The strain wasnt as great, today, so she did a second toss and retrieval.

As she caught the knife for the second time, she felt a wave of dizziness, and sank to the floor, kneeling and placing her forehead to the soft ground. Oh mycalm down, Tala. Youre alright.

The dizziness slowly passed, taking with it the slight nausea that had been threatening to rise.

She carefully moved over to her bedside table and reached into her pouch, grabbing a piece of jerky from the shelf just inside the opening and popping it into her mouth.

Chewing on the jerky, she pulled out a brush, undid her hair, and worked out the nights tangles.

That complete, she took her morning bath, careful to keep her hair dry. Then, she refreshed her iron salve, meticulously checking herself over with the magic detector. Not today, trees. Not today.

Satisfied, she dressed in her new clothes, strapped on the belt, and added the pouch and knife to it. Ready to go!

Again, she took advantage of the to-go breakfast the inn offered, downing the allowed two cups of coffee in quick succession. Not enough. But there really wasnt anything she could do about it. She wasnt going to buy more in the city. I dont have that much money.

The attendant already looked a bit wary of her. I suppose I shouldnt have drunk it so quickly?

She thanked the young man, then grabbed some extra bread, cheese, and a couple of pieces of fruit to supplement her lunch. She ate happily as she walked out into the city.

I feel like Im forgetting something obvious, that would be really useful in my travels. But no matter how she twisted her mind, nothing came to the forefront. Oh well.

She made her way to the work-yard, much earlier than shed arrived the day before, and waved to the foreman. The twenty cargo-slots were ready and waiting, a single glowing symbol visible on each.

Oh, and you know that from experience, do you?

Dont be daft; its logical! Would you rather fight one dog, or a dozen angry cats?

There was a round of muttered agreements, and Tala had a sudden, horrifying thought. What if they find the bag, and close it while Im inside?

She didnt know if she could force her way out, should they tie it closed. She also didnt know what trying would do to the item, whether she succeeded or not. Will the space be maintained, or will it close in on meArtias tales of human-eating dimensional storage items came back to the forefront of her thoughts. Rust shut, stupid mind. Now is not the time.

She could be in those trees. There really arent too many, but it isnt a tiny grove. If she isnt, we could lose her, while we try to do a thorough search.

Fine, then. Lets vote. Who says search the trees?

Tala heard the rustle of cloth. The rusting idiots are raising their hands to vote. She had no way of knowing how the vote was going.

Who says go for that hill, and hope to catch her? Again, a rustle of cloth.

Come on, come on!

Its decided, then.

Whats decided!!!

You two, search that way, you three go there, and well go straight through the middle.

Oh, rust me to slag. Tala cracked her neck. If she could get up the ladder, and into a stable position before they were on her, she might have a-

Whats this? A voice came much louder down the ladder. Oy! Boys, theres a hole in the ground.

Well there goes that idea.

She heard the men gathering around the hole. Why, under the heavens, are you so interested in a hole? You probably cant even fit inside it.

Thats a small hole. Why are we here?

Good question. She almost groaned in irritation but realized that any sound would give her away.

She could be down there.

We cant fit in that! I cant even see anything in there.

Cant see Tala looked around, easily able to see her surroundings. Tentatively, she moved over to where she could see up and out of the hole. There was a crowd of faces looking down at it, at her, but none of them seemed to give any indication that they could see her.

Could be magic.

If its magic, we could die trying to get in.

Thats a fair point. Master Sodro, what does your mage-sight say?

A rough voice grated a short response. Dimensional. Magical. The man who spoke wore a deep hood, clearly to hide his face, as it was horribly disfigured. Sometimes better vision isnt a blessing. Much of his skin appeared to have had rock, earth, or sand laced through it. Magic poisoning? If so, it was a fairly advanced case of it. She was actually surprised the man was still functional.

Not arcane?

No. The voice was clipped, as if the speaker didnt like talking. With a voice like that, its no wonder. His eyes were glowing with power, no scripts to be seen on the surroundingstone. So, his inscriptions have melded with the deformities. If she remembered correctly, magic poisoned Mages often had their magic enhanced at the end of their agonizing existence. Great

Yeah, I dont want to die.

Thats right, boys. Go on your way. No need to investigate further. Sodro pulled back, clearly not interested in participating in the discussion.

So, its a magic hole. Seems stupid to mess with it. My vote is that we should just search elsewhere.

Yes! Yes, you should.

Hey, whats this? One bent closer and pointed to the edge of the hole. Is that a cord?

Oh, come on. This was just not her morning. Maybe, I can throw my knife up, first? Take one out by surprise? It probably wouldnt help much.

At that moment, she heard a grunt of pain, and some of the men turned to look around.

Hey, wheres Dentric?

Another grunt came from the other side, and more of the men swiveled.

Frand?

This time, there was a short scream of agony, before silence returned, and the men began to huddle together, from what Tala could see.

Whos out there?! Were armed!

One of the men that Tala could see jerked to the side, a spurt of blood painting those around him, before he dropped.

The screaming really started, then. And magic began to fly, specifically, earth magic.

Tala was torn between wanting to run up the ladder and see what was going on and staying put where it was safe. For now.

Her choice was quickly taken, as she heard what sounded like the last man fall, and silence filled the air.

A moment later, a burst of power radiated out, heavily tinged with earth, stone, and sand. He was further along than Id have guessed, if his death caused that.

She only hesitated a moment longer. Well, rust this. Im not getting stuck in here.

She surged up the ladder, knife in hand, and leapt up into a grounded stance, straddling the open belt pouch below her.

All around, the rocks and dirt were liberally sprinkled with blood and bodies. Several clustered fields of stone spikes, as well as a half-formed wall of earth were the only evidence of meaningful resistance.

Standing proudly over a broken, statue-like form was the terror bird, scratching at its red-painted beak with one of its powerful claws.

NOTE: If this is found on a site other than Royal Road, or the linked Patreon, it was not posted by the author. Please find this tale, /fiction/47826/millennial-mage