Just two weeks of work yet Miguel was already livid. He had spent so much time hiring people and running the business that he had no time to read the ancient books where his lore came from. The problem with Misvart, his most popular animation franchise is that most people assumed that all the plots came from his head. People of all ages were impressed by the originality of his work, and the fact that he developed an alien nonexistent language that his movie uses to help enhance the immersion. Critics even claim he was the George R. R. Martin of animation, but the problem was that the plot did not come from his head. He decided to stop his reading of the history books, but instead to finally see Paris and go to a local coffee shop near the Eiffel tower. He went to a beautiful friendly bakery and started to request his pan and a coffee.

“Je suis désolé, je ne parle pas anglais” said the barrista with apologetic smile.

Of course, they did not speak English. Miguel had little to no time to learn any French. So, he decided to cheat.

“Reba ugnal odo” Miguel chanted under his breath which caused a sharp but quick disappearing pain in his head, also little fatigue as the spell activated. It was a universal language spell.

Miguel, then expertly requested his baked goods and coffee in native fluent French. He enjoyed his pasties until a young man, probably in his teens, barged into the bakery. The young teen looked disheveled he was probably homeless, his sleeveless hoody which at the shoulders seemed cinder off. The teen was skeletal and panicky, he was holding an awfully expensive purse which he had probably just stolen, and the police were probably chasing after him as he looked distressed. A female cop enters the bakery ordering the man to surrender himself and come quietly. The teen screamed to get away from him, it was not safe just to leave him alone. The cop went to grab him and cuff him when suddenly the teen's arms lit a fire and he screamed in pain. Miguel cursed, he forgot to check if Paris was an active ground for spontaneous wormhole portals which cause residual Kioks Radiation which with severe trauma actives dormant spark genes.

“Rev odo” Miguel under his breath chanted. It was a spell that allowed him to see all the internal bodily functions of people near him. Just as he suspected, the body was full of radiation, his veins were also full of something else maybe cocaine. It made sense most sparks who are too young or do not have a mentor tend to self-medicate with sedatives to prevent the activation of their spark. This kid probably had his spark awakened after a traumatic accident. When a person that young have their spark awakened their families abandon them due to their belief that they are evil or some other nonsense. The kid looks like he was starving too. Another common method to prevent spark activation is if the body is too tired trying to keep you alive it does not have the energy left for the spark. The teen seems petrified by his spark of pyromancy meaning he had his spark recently awakened. The policewoman took out her gun, which caused the patrons to panic more than they already were.

“Lisent gamin, je ne veux pas te tirer dessus. Arrêtez, votre étincelle. Vous savez qu'il est illégal d'être actif en public” the policewomen proclaimed which surprised Miguel, not the fact that in France it was illegal to use your spark in public as many countries passed similar laws, but the restrain to warn the teen instead of just shooting him. He guesses he just was used to how American and Mexican cops just shoot first and ask questions later mentality.

 

“Je ne peux pas, je ne sais pas comment! Aide-moi...” the young teen cried out and started to reach for the policewoman as if she could help him.  The policewoman shot him right in the right shoulder, and that is when Miguel decided he had to intervene.

When Miguel saw the policewoman was about to pull the trigger for her second shot, he yelled “Oto!” a single word spell that was meant to cast the gun useless. As the policewomen tried to continue shooting the gun malfunctioned.

Miguel at once after casting the spell felt instantly nauseous, the spell had taken too much of his lifeforce. It was a reckless to cast that spell as mages should avoid one-word spells at all costs because they are way too unpredictable. The more words used the better, magic incantations need to be specific to have their desired effect. The problem with the common magic languages is that they only have verbs and nouns, but not anything else. The magic languages require the sentences to make some sense and mental thought directs your specificities to the desired effect. That is the main reason one-word spells are so dangerous, less words means the need to mentally concentrate on the effect that you want the word to cause. Otherwise, a catastrophic effect can take place. Another problem is that many of the magical languages carried multiple meanings to most words. For example, Oto means both hole/opening, broken, everything, and isolate. The Oto spell could had cause horrible unintended effects. It could have sunk the whole bakery, cause all electronics or organ systems to malfunction or stop, or worse come to worse created a vacuum in space that would pressurize the air in the bakery killing everyone instantly. But that was not the only reason as the spell took a lot of his lifeforce that was because he cast on the gun. Magic and metal do not mix. Directly casting a spell into the gun drain him. There are more ingenious ways to stop a gun from firing that involve affecting the oxygen around the gun or immobilizing the hand of the gun holder which would cost almost no life force. This would require preparation and anticipation which Miguel had none of as this was not expected, so he acted on instinct directly on the gun.

Miguel was just about to pass out, he wanted to throw up. He needed still to deal with the fiery teen, so he did a smaller spell to get a clean getaway.

“Albnie remach olda” Miguel was barely able to whisper and hurdle himself towards the teen as his spell created a dense mist inside the bakery. It was so thick that it blinded everyone inside the bakery.

“Laisse-moi t'aider, ne lâche pas” Miguel ordered the teen as he grabbed him and took him out of the bakery. People were staring, the teen was surprised and hysterical worried that Miguel was burning his hand was pulled from his fiery arm. Luckily, that spell did not just cause mist but made Miguel fireproof. Miguel was feeling he was about to lose consciousness.

“Rev ratcu odo orbor” Miguel struggled to spell cast a spell of ignoring us. It basically works as an invisible spell, but not more of a do not look that poor person invisibility. Miguel thought that he should really practice magic, just like any muscle the more you use it, the less it hurt. The more you are adept at spell casting, the less it would cost. The spell casting cost is the same, but with practice, less energy is wasted. All spells have a specific energy cost, magic is all about energy. Untrained magicians, like Miguel who could do magic, but rarely used it waste unnecessary lifeforce because they exceed more than the necessary energy needed for spell casting. It is a process, the more your practice the more efficient you become.  The teen was surprised that no one was stopping them as soon as they got to an ally. Miguel helps him through his spark deactivation.

“Écoute gamin…” Miguel said trying to catch his breath, then he looks directly into the eyes of the teen and continued.

“Vous devez vous calmer, vous contrôlez ce pouvoir, le pouvoir ne vous contrôle pas probre” Miguel tried to reassure him that his spark is his to control that he only needed to relax.

“Inspirez et expirez lentement,” Miguel asked him to slowly breathe in and out. As the teen started to concentrate on respiration his fire slowly started to diminish.

“Oui, c'est ça. Maintenant comptez jusqu'à dix, faites-le avec moi. Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq ... oui, vous voyez que c'était facile, n'est-ce pas?” Miguel helps him by counting with him from one to ten, but by the time they reached five this spark was deactivated.

 “Est-ce que chaque fois que vous sentez que vous êtes sur le point de perdre le contrôle” Miguel recommended that he do this every time he was about to loss control and activate his spark unconsciously. Miguel was exhausted, he was way pushing his limit. He was not much of a spell caster, he could do magic, but he almost never did anything out of his specialty magic. The magic one specializes tend to cost extraordinarily little lifeforce, but general spells cost more if you are specialized like he was. Miguel looked at the gunshot injury of the teen, the spark flame cauterized the wound, so he would not die from the wound.

“Voici ma carte si vous avez besoin de mon aide, maintenant courez, je ne peux plus garder notre emplacement caché ...” Miguel gave him his business card, feeling his spells vanishing. He urged the teen to leave the area, so no one could trace him to the bakery. He felt his nose wet and felt liquid flowing.

“Merci, je ... je ... je suis reconnaissant ... êtes-vous déjà? Votre nez saigne” the teen was thankful but asked if Miguel was okay as his nose started to bleed. Miguel covered his face, he was about to pass out he was less than a few minutes before he was out cold.

“Je vais bien, ne t'inquiète pas pour moi. Allez, courez, cachez-vous!” Miguel urged the teen to run and reassure him he was fine. The teen considers staying to help his savior, but Miguel pushed and shushed him away reassuring him he would be fine. As the teen was out of sight, he called James on his smartwatch through voice command and when James answered, he asked for his immediate help.

“James, I am bleeding out. I do not know the emergency number of France. I am about to pass out. Tell the doctors that I need blood, not IVs. Otherwise, I will die” Miguel tried to explain to his PA/bodyguard as he dropped to the floor and lost consciousness.