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I am nearly two years now old enough to not always lie sleeping in a crib but young enough to to talk, walk climb, jump, run and get carried on my mother’s back by a baby cradle-strap of some sort, I went with her to what she called a town. This town was more of a glorified outpost with an agricultural land next to it

Having agricultural land close to a military outpost did seem like a good idea, Farmers could benefit from the protection of the soldiers stationed at the outpost, reducing the risk of raids and bandit attacks while Soldiers at the outpost had a steady supply of food and other produce.

The outpost was bare seeing that there were no roads or buildings. We walked on the main dirt trail where there were tents on both sides with various soilders moving around in, armor,

mother kept talking to me, probably to try to get me to learn the language faster, while exchanging pleasantries with various people passing by or working in the tents,well this was to be expected of a two year old to speak short sentences with two to four words

Unfortunately I have learnt about 10 languages and I tend to speak in the old tounges or even mix words 

Thankfully everyone thought that I was just speaking baby speech so they found it cute much to my embarrassment 

Meanwhile, my body turned against me once again, and I fell asleep... Damn this useless baby body.

I woke up to find myself sitting on the lap of my mother who was caressing me in her bosom, around us the soldiers were reluctantly cheering my father

 I was intently focused on my dad who was currently creating that shaped magic thing I leaned in closer and closer, almost falling off my mother as boulders emerged from the ground and slammed against a nearby tree.

What in the name of...that was it?

I flailed my arms in anger, but my idiot father interpreted that into a “WOW” and had a big grin on his face saying, “Your daddy is awesome huh!”

No, my father was a much better fighter.

As seen now

With quick and fluid movements that were surprising for his build, his fists carried enough force to break the sound barrier,

I would have classified him as a high-tier fighter, leading a squad of soldiers, but to me, he was my father.

Seriously where was this guy when we were fighting for our lives against Jotun he definitely could have helped us...if we had maybe an army of him

It seemed that the other captain and higher rank soldiers could do the same with varying degrees of success

For my part I like that young solider boy he seemed about fourteen just two years before manhood

He kept chanting while making the spell

He drew a circle with his right index finger and chanted some words

I caught the words air, fire-food.

Then he drew another circle and chanted words of which I understood heat and burn

I still had trouble fully understanding the language but after nearly a year I managed to learn a bit about this magic

The powers that serve the runes are alien. No love for humanity constrains them. Think of a extremely powerful sentient force the size of a mountain and restless as a thunderstorm forced into a clay pot when you call upon such force it’s immediate instinct is to twist and misinterpret the wording of the spell that summoned it, in order to screw the poor bugger royally. Rune magic is extremely powerful and dangerous the caster must be very clear on what is that they wish to use the force for unless they want a horrific end

This Magic often required creation of elaborate shapes filled with runes before a spell could be cast. These would typically be scratched into the ground, or made with special materials. This takes too long to be practical in a fight

However the casters here have found a way to overcome this soon as the mage calls out the attack, any required circles, designs and written magical incantations appear glowing in the air. Sometimes the spellcaster actually draws them in midair; at other times, these designs are prepared by the mage beforehand and manifest from some sort of device, or whatever force the mage contracts or serves does it for them but this is mostly depending upon skill/power of the caster. Skilled mages can instantly generate smaller spell circles, but still need to manually draw larger ones, more powerful caster like a mage can easily generate complex spell circles with little effort.

Now that I had an understanding of how it works I had the intense desire to try it

Without thinking I drew in the air a circle within it the rune 𐍈 (Sol) connected it via a line to another circle in which I drew the rune ᚠ (Fey)

I didn’t draw the rune 𐍠 Ger which acts as a stabilizer not that it was needed

A small bust of light flared to life before disappearing

So I see this is the purpose of the shapes to restrict the force of the runes into a more controlled manner and

“H-how”

“Haha...” my father’s legs gave out and he landed on his knees while his jaw hung loose.

“Wow I feel so sleeeepy (yawn)!

That was to be expected after all magic tends to put a mental strain on the caster I closed my eyes to sleep...

“Reva! OH MY BABY! Are you okay?”

My mother lifted me up and hugged me, almost to the point where my underdeveloped ribs gave out.

“Gakkk what did I...oh”

I realised that I was a two year old baby and they are not supposed to be able to use magic

I managed to squeal out a “Mama....Agya!!”

She didn’t answer me and continued sobbing while cradling me. My father arrived next to her, patting her back and patting my head as well, giving me a weak smile.

Behind us the soldiers politely clapped

What have I done now...

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 Magic System: Rune-Based Magic