“So… Can you tell me the basis of magic? Beginning with the types.” Ylanue asked.
Eirlys groaned, another test. She liked to study, but she wanted to train, to do things in a practical way. Learn it by doing it.
“Magic is divided into elemental, light and dark” Eirlys said. “Those types of magic can change its form drastically depending on the race of the mage and also from the region they come from.” A bird landed on the nearby window and started pecking on the wood. “A mage can also use magic that doesn’t require any element. Like the levitation spell.” She said, “Should I talk more about the types?”
“No, please continue.” The elf replied, crossing her arms.
“There is also magic that we define as blessings, it’s what gods have bestowed upon certain beings.” The girl finished.
“Yes, yes, but as a person descended from the gods, do you know the differences between a blessed person and a demigod?” Ylanue asked.
“Erm… Father didn't explain much about it, but I know I can do pacts like the blessed ones and use any type of magic.” Ylanue groaned at her answer.
“Of course he wouldn’t explain much. Look, the key difference lies in the amount of potential you have." She said, and then continued in a hushed tone. "Legends say that demi-gods can ascend into godhood.” Ylanue murmured as if it was a secret, and Eirlys stood still, paying attention to everything. “What you said before is also correct. However, gods don't have any drawbacks when giving powers to someone, but when a blessed one or a demigod makes a blood pact, they have a price to pay.” The white woman rubbed her shin. “If they get hurt, you’ll be hurt. If you die, they die. It can be a traumatic experience for both parties.” The woman said. “There are also other things, but we’ll talk about them another time.” The paper soon was filled with words and arrows explaining the things. “Being blessed or a demigod sets a target on a person. I’m not gonna lie.” The elf said, while playing with her earring. “So I’ll have to teach you more about self defense and offensive elemental spells.” Ylanue finished.
“Why elemental spells though?” She asked.
“Elemental spells are known to be more offensive and a little more easy than light, and dark magic, besides I cannot use other things due the nature of my mana being elemental.” The elf murmured something under her breath. The bird on the window flew away. “The trick to learn how to control an element is to learn how to control your mana.” The woman said, leaning back into the sofa.
“And when will I start learning?” Eagerly, Eirlys got up wearing the best puppy eyes she could manage.
“As soon as we get your stamina and strength to an acceptable level.” Ylanue said.
“Why?” She asked, impatiently.
“Because your father did overprotect you, and because of that if you try to do an elemental spell you may hurt yourself pretty badly.” The child remembered all the times he panicked when she walked a little too far from him. “Well he also would do a way better job on training you than me as well, but who knows what he is thinking.”
“But he already trains me though. Well-” She said. “Not enough I suppose.”
“Yes, but what I mean is: I’m sure that I wouldn’t be necessary at all.” The tutor said with a thoughtful face. “Your father fought many wars, and won. He might be a good alchemist, but as a warrior and mage he is leagues above everyone else.”
Eirlys registered that phrase in her head. Her father could have been training her himself, yet, he didn’t. Why?
“Well” Ylanue stood up. “No need to worry over it, I may not be on par with your father, but I’m pretty damn good as well.” The woman stopped and looked at her. “Go to sleep early today, and make sure to have a good breakfast. Tomorrow we will begin your training.”
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