I sat on the floor of my room, the books Mom gave me on the floor around me: I way I can read so thoroughly and quickly is that I put my pinkie and thumb on the page with my other fingers curled in and slide my hand down the page, by doing so, I trained my brain to be able to read at the same rate that I move my hand down the page while still reading every word between my fingers.

              Mom had already explained and showed me how to unlock the magical areas of the internet and everything and how there were all sorts of magic that I could possibly have access to; she explained that rakshasa have a natural affinity for illusion magic and over fire and similar aspects, but personally, I could have all sorts of possible affinities because magic is unique to each and every person who has it.

              I had a notebook open on my lap as I took down notes, diagrams and generally went about all of the books like how I would any other book I used for one of my college classes. The side of my hand already smeared with graphite from the pages I was writing, but…it was almost like I couldn’t stop myself from continuing to go through all of these books. I found information dockets online with more recently made forms of the books Mom gave me along with dozens of other publications that would help. I genuinely enjoy studying and learning about things that I find interesting and…this being an entirely new field for me to study…I was enthralled and bewitched by the ideas of…finding increased information and learning as much as I feasibly can. I was just…not stopping my studying and researching into something I never thought possible, magic. A huge amount of rather famous people have either been magical or had magical ties somehow, magic was in literally everything even nonmagical people, but they have so little magic that it’s physically impossible for them to access it without any kind of exterior influence such as; magic being revealed to them, a magical accident, being exposed to lycanthropy or vampirism or various other magical reasons, but they were rather few and far between in purely accidently instances, but there have been many where someone was purposefully exposed to magic. Sometimes powerful magical people will take pity on someone nonmagical who is in an extremely poor situation and offer them magic as an escape and that’s how a good amount of warlocks are out there; nonmagical humans being purposefully brought into the fold of magic for various reasons.

              Magic is extremely…detail heavy; because it’s just that, magic…it’s not something that could be easily put in a box. Every magical person belongs to a certain classification of magic: artificer, bard, cleric, druid, paladin, ranger, sorcerer, warlock or wizard, and each of those classifications have different manners of how they have their magic: sciences, arts, a higher power, nature, their oaths, hunting, bloodline, a contract or extensive study, in that order. Based on how I am magical and how I’ve had quite literally, no training; I had the firm idea that I would fall in the sorcerer category. There were…thousands of spells out there, but all of them had to be learned or earned or gifted by how one is connected to magic, except for the lowest level of magic…cantrips. According to what I’ve read and researched; cantrips are a spell that requires no additional magic to be used to cast it, it’s something people can do as much as they want and they generally are very weak spells or have effects that are not dangerous except for in rare cases or they scale with the person as they get stronger and gain access to higher and more powerful spells. The spells are leveled in a way that reminded me of a target: cantrips being the very center and the spells as they gain levels go outwards through the rings of the target; 1-9 and spells of lower rings can have additional magic put into the casting making them more powerful and up-casting them to the strength level of a higher spell.

              “Focus on the weave can aid in the connection on has with magic” I read, pondering that information before I set my notebook and pencil to the side as I rested my arms on my lap as I breathed deeply, thinking about that information before I closed my eyes and…when I was trying to recall the weave, that white grid-pattern I saw beforehand, nothing really showed itself, but when I let myself think about nothing and just be entirely at ease, that was when the weave started appearing in my vision. I let myself just focus inwards on myself, thinking about that weave and watching it shift and move in my vision.

              “Knock, knock” Mom’s voice said from the other side of my door, I opened my eyes as I walked over and unlocked the door, “How’s the books going?’

              “Fine, fine…it’s just hella information” I laughed, “How are you…not at work?” I asked, she laughed at that.

              “Your situation is considered a family issue and I have a very large amount of vacation and sick days that I can use to help you” she shrugged as she sat on the chair at my desk, “I was wondering if you wanted to go out so you can see Pearlbay for real…explore the real city here” she added, sitting forward a bit, dressed in the kind of way I’m used to her, a super loud and colorful blouse tucked into black slacks and pumps, big gold jewelry and elements like that about her, though her skin still had the fade to black and her horns were off her temples, but she didn’t have the second set of arms and the ends of her hair weren’t flames.

              “Okay” I said with a nod as I stood up

              “Fantastic” she said with a smile as she stood up, “At least you don’t think you’re too old to have some fun with your parents” she added