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The spear ART(Pic)
Michael's First-Person POV
I woke up to the color blue. A soft, endless, peaceful blue, like the sky on a perfect summer afternoon. I was standing on a surface that looked like glass, but it felt like water, reflecting the sky above me. There was no wind, no sound. It was the calmest place I had ever been.
Where... where am I?
Then the memories came back in a rush. The Grimoire Tower. Acier's four-leaf grimoire. Ignara's blazing red grimoire. The long, empty silence as I waited. The panic. And then... the earthquake. The pillar of blinding white-gold light.
Then the void. The man in the teddy bear night-suit. The spear.
I was in my own head. This was the "mind space" he had mentioned. But why?
"Hello, hello, testing! One, two. Is this thing on?"
The gruff, annoyed voice echoed from the blue sky itself, making me jump. It was him.
"That voice," I muttered, looking around. "But... he said he'd meet me after two weeks. Was I... was I out for that long? Are Acier and Ignara okay?" A jolt of pure panic shot through me.
Before I could spiral in my thoughts again, the voice cut in again, sounding tinny, like a recording.
"NO, YOU DID NOT WAKE UP 2 WEEKS LATER. AND NO, I AM NOT HERE. THIS IS A MESSAGE LEFT BY ME. SO SHUT UP AND LISTEN."
My panic and my questions died in my throat. I just listened.
"THIS IS YOUR MIND SPACE, OR WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL IT. YOUR SOUL, YOUR INNER WORLD, I DON'T CARE. IT'S A PLACE WHERE YOU CAN PROCESS INFORMATION AND... DO STUFF, I GUESS. THE TIME FLOW IS THE SAME AS THE OUTSIDE WORLD. YOU'RE HERE FOR A REASON. AS I TOLD YOU, I NEEDED TIME TO SYNC WITH YOUR MANA. YOU'VE GOT WAY TOO MUCH OF IT, KID, AND IT'S GOING TO TAKE ME AT LEAST TWO WEEKS TO GET MYSELF SORTED OUT. BUT IT'S A TWO-WAY STREET."
The voice paused, as if for dramatic effect.
"YOU NEED TIME TO SYNC WITH ME. YOU'RE MORTAL. YOUR BODY AND MIND NEED TO ADJUST TO HOUSING A... WELL, ME. BUT UNLIKE ME, YOU'RE A FAST LEARNER. YOU JUST NEED ABOUT HALF A DAY TO GET YOUR BEARINGS. SO, THAT'S HOW LONG YOU'LL BE IN HERE. HALF A DAY. THE SPELLS I MENTIONED SHOULD BE IN YOUR MIND NOW. FEEL FREE TO TRY THEM OUT. IT'S YOUR HEAD, AFTER ALL. BREAK WHATEVER YOU WANT, GOOD LUCK. AND DON'T DIE BEFORE I'M DONE, OKAY? IT'S A REAL PAIN IN THE ASS TO FIND A NEW WIELDER."
The message ended. A profound silence fell over the blue world once again.
I was left standing on the water, my mind trying to process everything. Half a day. So, in the real world, I'll be unconscious for twelve hours. Acier and Ignara... they must be terrified.
"Okay," I said to the empty sky. "Let's try them out."
I closed my eyes and "looked" inside my own memories. It was a strange feeling. They weren't like memories from a book. They were like... instincts. As if I had known them my whole life. I found three of them, clear as day.
First, I focused on the attack spell: Solar Lance.
I raised my hand, just as I'd seen my mother do a thousand times. I pulled on my mana, picturing the spear I had held in the tower. The first attempt was... messy. A huge, unstable beam of golden-white light, as thick as a tree trunk, erupted from my hand and shot into the blue "sky." It hit the sky and made it ripple like the surface of a pond, the color flickering.
"Whoa. Okay." I let out a breath. Too much power. Not enough control. I remembered my mother's final lesson. Raw power is nothing without absolute control.
I tried again. This time, I didn't try to unleash my power. I tried to guide it. I pictured the spear from the tower, every detail. The red-steel blade, the golden guard. I pulled on just a tiny bit of my mana and shaped it. A single, perfect, golden-white javelin of pure light, about six feet long, formed in the air above my hand. It was stable, humming with a clean, sharp energy.
I thrust my hand forward. "Solar Lance."
The javelin shot forward, silent and impossibly fast. It flew for what felt like a mile before dissolving into a spray of harmless, golden particles. A wide grin split my face. I focused again, harder this time. One was good. But...
One, two, three, four... five lances materialized in the air around me, all identical, all humming with power. I felt a small drain on my mana, but it was nothing. I could do this all day.
Next, I focused on the defensive spell: Aegis of Dawn.
I held out my left hand and called its name. A barrier of shimmering, shaped like a golden dome, instantly enveloped me. It was about ten feet wide, and I could see the blue world outside it, distorted slightly, as if I were looking through heated air. I pushed against the inside of the barrier. It felt as solid as stone.
I wondered how strong it was. I dismissed four of the Solar Lances and commanded the last one to strike the shield. The lance slammed into the aegis, shattering into light on impact. The shield didn't even flicker. I felt the impact, a dull thud against my mana, but it held without a problem.
This was a solid defensive spell.
Finally, I tried the support spell: Blessing of the First Light.
I didn't need to gesture. I just... willed it. A warm, golden light radiated from my body, spreading out in a wide circle, turning the blue ground to a soft, comforting gold. The light itself felt amazing, like the first rays of sun after a long, cold night. It seeped into me, easing a tension in my muscles I didn't even know I had. I could feel it boosting my morale, making me feel stronger, clearer.
The spell's information said it could heal. I tried to concentrate on it. I focused all the light's energy, pulling it from the wide area and into the palm of my right hand. The light in my palm became intense, almost liquid gold, and it felt incredibly warm. I imagined the burn I'd gotten from my mother's light blade. I pictured the wound, and as I held my glowing hand over it, I could feel the imaginary wound knitting itself shut, the pain fading away. This was high-level healing.
"This," I whispered to the sky. "This is how I protect them."
Just as I was about to try more things with the spells, the gruff voice cut in one last time.
"YOUR TIME'S UP. SHOULD BE WAKING UP IN 20 SECONDS. GOOD LUCK OUT THERE, KID."
The blue world around me began to dissolve, fading into the same blinding white light that had brought me here.
Third-Person POV
Michael's eyes snapped open.
The first thing he registered was the smell of old wood, leather, and the faint, familiar scent of lavender perfume. He was horizontal. He sat up, his head spinning. He was in the Kira family carriage. It was parked and unmoving. The door was open, and he could hear the distant sounds of a village. A dog barking, a blacksmith's hammer. He could also hear Elara's voice just outside, speaking to someone in low, worried tones.
The carriage rocked as two people entered at the same time, almost tripping over each other.
It was Acier and Ignara.
They stopped dead in the doorway. Their hair was a mess, their fine travel clothes were rumpled, and their faces were pale with worry. Acier's eyes were red-rimmed, and Ignara, who never looked anything but fierce, just looked exhausted and terrified.
They stared at him, frozen, as if he were a ghost. Acier's hand flew to her mouth, and a small, choked sound escaped her.
Michael, his mind still half in the blue void, gave them a small, slightly confused smile. "Hello there."
That broke the spell.
"MICHAEL!"
They both rushed him at once, slamming into him with a force that knocked the breath out of him. They hugged him, hard, clinging to him as if he were the only solid thing in the world. It wasn't like the awkward, blushing hugs from before. This was desperate, trembling relief.
Acier pulled back first, but she kept a white-knuckled grip on the front of his coat, her eyes scanning his face. "You... you just... you were swallowed by the light! And then it exploded! We... we thought you were..."
Ignara took over, her voice cracking with a mixture of raw anger and fear. "And then you just spawned in the middle of this crater, holding that... that spear! And then you just... you just fainted! You collapsed! The spear vanished! You weren't waking up! We've been trying to wake you for hours!"
"We were so scared," Acier finished, her words tumbling out. "Elara and the keeper got us out of the tower. We're on our way to the closest village to find a healer. It's... it's near that giant demon skull in the forsaken realm. We've been stopped here while Elara asks for help. You've been unconscious for almost half a day..."
He listened to their frantic, overlapping explanations. They hadn't just been worried. They had been terrified for him. The realization hit him, and all the awkwardness from his new knowledge was washed away by a simple, profound warmth. He smiled, a real, genuine smile. And this time, he initiated the hug, pulling both of them back in, one arm around each, holding them close.
"I'm okay," he whispered. "I'm back."
They both froze instantly. Their frantic rants died in their throats.
He could feel Acier's heart hammering against his chest as if it were trying to escape. He could feel Ignara, who was never still, become completely, unnaturally rigid in his arm. The realization crashed back into their minds at the same moment. The air in the carriage, which had been full of relieved panic, was suddenly charged with a new, painful awkwardness.
Michael felt the change, too. He pulled back, just enough to look at them.
They were a mess. And they were both blushing a deep, furious crimson, refusing to meet his eyes.
He couldn't help it. His smile softened. "Should we... talk about what is going on between us?"
Acier looked like she might faint. Ignara looked like she wanted to punch him or jump out of the moving carriage, even though it wasn't moving.
Their thoughts were a perfect, terrified echo.
Oh no. Oh, heavens. The talk is here!
Shit. He's really doing this now?!
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