He entered the room with a slam from the door and rushed to his black leather pack, Eryndor's hands tore through the contents of his worn leather pack, a frantic, almost desperate energy guiding his movements.
He flung aside the books he knew he wouldn't need, a spare Dagger that looks dull smelling faintly of woodsmoke, and even his books he read as a kid about mana. Still, no book. He felt a cold tremor in his stomach, a familiar unwelcome guest whenever he misplaced something truly vital.
He'd been so certain, absolutely positive, he'd packed his grandfather's spellbook. That aged, leather-bound tome, its cover was neat although it was an old book but was still neat.
It was his most cherished possession the only thing he has in possession of his grandfather, "how did I misplace it," he run his hand over his black hair sighing frustratedly, "I need to keep finding that book can't be misplaced so soon, I'm not even that careless," he stated and started scattering his pack that was still filled with books. "It should be somewhere."
Just as the threads of panic threatened to fully envelope his mind, his fingers brushed against something thin and distinctly papery, nestled deep at the very bottom of the pack.
A shaky sigh of relief escaped his lips as he carefully extricated the book. Its cover felt warm beneath his fingertips. The familiar, earthy scent of old book, his smile was wide, he then used his calloused hand to wipe off the remaining little dust at the edge of the big book, he inhaled the dust and his nostrils tingled the hair in his nose tingling as he sneezed.
"Achoo, " He was just about to crack open the cover eagerly when he heard a little creak coming from the door and he quickly closed the little space and his head swiftly moved with his eyes drifting to the direction where the door was
Finn, his best friend since he got in, cheerful as always looking happy every time, "he looks always happy everytime, maybe he has never faced any problems before," Eryndor commented.
A wide grin stretching across his face. "Eryndor? What in the flames are you up to? I heard all that rummaging from clear across the the hall! Sounds like a you were looking for something?"
"Do they use words like that to phrase?" Finn raised his brow quizzically, "the flames," Eryndor answered.
"Does it matter Eryn," he scoffed, "so tell me what you're up to?" He folded his arms awaiting for his answer.
'I can't tell him now I have to be much stronger first, I might even meet up to the young archmages (Acranum class rank)' Eryndor's has made a friend for the first time he didn't want to ruin it and he doesn't want to lie but in this situation, he had to.
He swiftly tucked the spellbook behind his back, pressing it flat against his spine. "Oh----uh, just looking for my whetstone," he stammered, forcing a casual tone that felt entirely alien to his racing mind. He gestured vaguely towards his dagger, which lay innocently on the ground. "My dagger's gotten a bit dull, and you know how I hate a dull blade?" He managed to conjure a forced smile, hoping it looked convincingly cool and normal.
"You hate dull blade? that's the first time I'm hearing that," finn confessed making Eryndor to making an oh shape with his mouth.
'that's right we don't know each other for a long time,' he thought and answered, "now you know."
Finn, fortunately, seemed to swallow the excuse whole, his grin widening. "Ah, right, a dull blade is a sad blade! Well, we're about to head out. Just wanted to make sure you were ready and not still wrestling with your gear."
"Ready as I'll ever be," Eryndor replied, still maintaining the facade of lightheartedness, even as his grip tightened indistinctly on the hidden book. "I'll just be a minute. Need to find that blasted stone."
"alright, I'll be waiting," finn replied and Eryndor wasted no time. He practically shoved the books he has hurled to the ground deeper into his pack. He practically bolted from the dormitory. He walked with a determined stride, not stopping until the sounds of the noises, faded into distant hums. He found himself a long bench on the wavering grass, this part of the school was the most quiet place in the academy which he has come to notice, Here, the world felt quieter, more private.
With a sense of profound anticipation, he pulled out the spellbook once more. His fingers, still trembling slightly, traced the faded golden writing on its cover before he carefully opened it to a random page. The script, though undeniably ancient and unfamiliar to most, seemed to hum with a strange, vibrant energy beneath his gaze. He began to search for the spell of summoning and when he finally sees it he reads it, his eyes tracing the dark writing and symbols on the book. He didn't have time to read it's contents so he found the simplest one.
"Summoning a pet?" I should try this a strange, he inhaled and exhaled, he now has mana and was not the unremarkable Eryndor again he should get used to having magic now. He muttered the incantation being his two palms close but neither far or near, a blue light emitting from both palms his closed eyes buried in the bright light his voice barely a whisper, "I thought it will be in old ancient words but fortunately normal English I guess, okay let's try this, initiate summoning creature spell."
The air directly in front of him shimmered, rippled like heat haze over a summer road, then began to conflate into a small, wobbly, translucent blue slime. It jiggled innocently on the forest floor, a perfectly formed, if slightly gooey, sphere, looking up at him with what could only be described as profound, unblinking curiosity from its single, large white eye. A creature of pure magic, born from his grandfather's teachings and his own power he was undoubtedly amazed.
As the slime pulsed gently, the shimmering screen appeared in front of him showing him the notification as the voice in his head reads it.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
FIRST QUEST COMPLETE
Ability: You can now summon any pet and use their skill or weapons, you can now conjure any form of magic excluding dark magic.
"Do they summon weapons?"
Creature Summoned: Slime.
Experience Gained!
LEVEL UP! You are now Level 3!
Rewards Unlocked:
EXP: +5
MANA POINT: +5
MANA ENERGY: +5
New Spell Unlocked: "Arcane Bolt": A fundamental offensive spell, capable of projecting raw magical energy.
He saw this and he smiled in amazement, to be sure he looked at his palm and closed his palm and swiftly open it, a bright fire burst out of his palm floating on the air not too far away from his palm, he did it again and water floated above his palm, He smiled in wonderment.
"I can feel the energy running through my veins I feel so powerful," he smirked. "The problem is how I will get to the top classes without revealing my powers that much," he thought, "now I have the ability to do a lot of things, ability really feels great to say I love that word now," he smiled and heard the little sound coming from the slime.
"I now have something I summoned myself," he smirked, "from the look of it Darius might be unable to summon a creature like this, I might surpass all of them one day."