Chapter 2: Magic-I
I walked through the ornate looking gate. It was a bronze gate gilded with golden vines that seemingly growed in the gate. It was intricately decorated with various symbols like feathers and leaves.
This was the gate to the royal library. Where royals and families of high standing sent their children for their grimoire.
"Solid Silva?" I heard a childish voice. A young boy who looked barely ten with a weird hat on top was calmly floating on a carpet as he looked towards me. In his left hand he held a lantern that seemed to glow with a blue light.
"I suppose you are Solid Silva? Child of Acier?" He looked at my face. "I can see the resemblance, although you seem to inherit more from your grandfather… no you're the splitting image of your great grandpa, he looked just like you when he was a child."
'My grandfather? My great grandfather? How old is he?' I didn't voice it aloud. "Yes, I am Solid Silva."
"Come." He said. We entered inside the building. The young boy had a certain aura around him that screamed, 'Wisdom'
"Your soul." The boy said.
My eyes widened but I forced myself to calm down. 'Does he know about that?'
Not even a week in and I was already caught? No, no.. it must be something different. "Your soul.. is strange."
"Strange?" I asked. A feeling of dread settled within me. 'Does he know?'.
"Your soul.. it's foreign." The boy stopped. I tried to think of something. I was on full alert but I knew that I didn't stand a chance against the figure in front of me.
"There's no need to be on guard ." The boy said as he closed his eyes. "I am Overseer Calvin. The overseer of this grand Library. For thousands of years,I have watched over this library. I remember every soul that stood here. I remember every grimoire that chose its wielder. I have seen the birth of countless heroes and countless tyrants. I remember every name, every magic, every face, every dream."
"For that's what I do." Calvin said. Opening his eyes which seemed to glow with a hue that seemed to hold everything inside it. "I remember."
"Your soul is strange, but there are many stranger souls, to judge a soul is not something within my station." Calvin floated higher towards the ceiling. As he did. The lanterns around me lit up revealing a huge library.
The overseer lifted his left hand and thousands of books moved out of the shelves. The books glowed with mana. All of them moved around the hall like a dance of differently coloured fireflies.
A book that had a bluish white glow settled within Calvin's right hand. The old man then moved towards me. After he reached just in front of me. He extended his hand towards me offering me the book.
I took it. "Your soul does not define you, Young Silva, You define your soul." Calvin said. The grimoire connected with my magic and opened by itself, a blinding light emerged from it.
Right before the light covered my vision I heard Calvin say, "May luck be with you."
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"Lord Solid?" I heard a gruff voice say. Looking in front of me, I saw an old man dressed in oversized robes and a wizard hat. Not unlike Calvin, but he was different.
"Congratulations, A unique and elegant grimoire, befitting one of royal blood." The old man nodded. I gave a polite nod. At this point I had learned enough not to think too deeply about the weird things around me.
We walked towards the exit. My mind was still preoccupied with Calvin. Taking a deep breath I asked the overseer beside me. "What are Grimoires?"
"Hmm.." He looked at me as if not expecting me to ask this question. I did ask out of nowhere. "Grimoires.." He said.
"They are mysterious, nobody in this world is able to answer the questions properly. There are many theories and speculations… But personally, I believe they are a form of link between our souls and the world. The libraries where we store them are places where the world is able to communicate with us. To souls and build a connection with the world."
"..." I looked at the old man's face. He had a small smile before he said. "But of course, they are just speculations. I have served this library for decades. So, I can tell you one thing for sure, This place, It's alive."
A comfortable silence descended upon the conversation as we reached the door. "May luck be with you." The old man bowed as I left the door. The huge door closed by itself behind me, not making a single sound.
"Solid." I heard a familiar voice say. "Sister." I looked at the young woman. She was currently wearing a silver eagle uniform. A silver mantle with a white fur-trimmed collar and a scalloped hemline, which gives the bottom half the appearance of feathers. The front of the robe is split open in the middle, and a button holds it together at the neck
"Congratulations, You're officially a mage now." Nebra smiled as she observed my grimoire. I did the same. It was the first time I had observed my grimoire. It was a white grimoire. In the centre there was a silver three leaf clover but just below it was another three leaf clover but this was upside down. The two clovers formed the centre of a pattern that resembled a snowflake. The back of the grimoire had a similar pattern but it didn't have the two clovers.
"I have never seen someone have two clovers in their grimoire before." Nebra said, looking at the grimoire. "It would look like a six leaf grimoire if the stems weren't there."
"Yeah." I said. Feeling the book resonating with my magic. 'A connection with the world, huh?'
Nebra looked at me for a bit. "How are you feeling?" I looked at the young woman. Her eyes were slightly concerned. "I am fine, why do you ask?"
"No, it's just.. After you woke up, You've just been different.. you've gotten colder. You're always cooped up in your room. You barely even talk with me. It's just, "If you have any problems you can share with me."
I looked at Nebra. Solid and Nebra were both proud royals. They were arrogant and prideful; they even treated nobles as if they were beneath them. This, combined with their antisocial personalities and sadistic tendencies meant that they didn't have many friends so they mostly stuck together. Ever since I woke up in this world Nebra had been nothing but kind to me.
"I know." I said with a sincere yet small smile. "Thank you."
"Of course." Nebra replied with a smile of her own as we walked leisurely to the Silva mansion.
"What do you know about the overseers?" I asked.
"Overseers? Why the sudden interest?" My sister asked.
"It's nothing… Just a curiosity of mine."
"From what I know, they are members of the clergy that are assigned to a grimoire tower, besides that I don't know much. I think only the Head priest of the Church, The Wizard King or The king himself know what they truly are." Nebra replied.
I nodded. 'Though I doubt the king will know something like that.'
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Six. That was the number of spells that I currently had. 'Ice creation magic: Ice bullets' Mana gathered in three orbs around me. They slowly shaped themselves into bullets made of ice.
I pointed to a nearby tree. My fingers were in the shape of a gun. 'Bang' I flicked my wrists and the three bullets smashed against the trunk and passed through it. Leaving three clear holes in the trunk.
I observed the holes in the trunk. That spell could easily kill someone. They really were bullets. Although in this world, this spell was probably something the average Magic Knight could easily defend against.
'And currently this is my strongest offensive spell' . I could use different variations of the spell such as make the bullets bigger or smaller, or increase the number of bullets at a cost but still, It wasn't anything to write home about.
My second spell allowed me to create weapons out of ice such as swords, glaives or hammers. I couldn't make bows though because apparently ice isn't elastic. Even if it is made out of magic.
My third spell was a simple spell to decrease the temperature of my surroundings to an "extreme" level. Of course, the extreme wasn't that impressive on my stage. But this spell had a lot of potential to grow into something quite dangerous.
The fourth was probably the most impressive. 'Ice creation magic; Winter's Watch" A large amount of mana gathered in a single point which eventually began to form a creature, A bald eagle.
'With my bullets and bald eagle. Perhaps I could bring 'freedom' to the Clover kingdom. Turn it into Liberty kingdom.' I shook my head at the absolutely horrible joke.
My fifth spell allowed me to create a wall of ice and my final spell allowed me to restrain someone with ice. I went through my spells thinking of all the possible ways that I could use them.
I felt someone approaching me. Looking behind me I saw a slender man with a distinct hairstyle. His hair was a pale silver matching my own. He wore the robe of the silver eagles. He was Nozel Silva, Captain of the Silver Eagles, the current lord of House Silva and my eldest brother.
On his right was a woman of short stature who looked to be around her sixties. She had greying purple hair tied up in a bun. Her right hand carried a staff made out of blackwood.
"Brother." I greeted him. Nozel replied to the greeting with a short nod. "Solid."
"She." Nozel pointed to the old lady. "Is Amanda Lugner, the former captain of the Purple Orcas." As soon as he said that, my back unconsciously straightened.
"An ice mage. And she will be your teacher." After he said that, he looked at me and mouthed "Behave" . Although he didn't say it aloud, his voice was still chilling. It was clear what he meant. 'Don't you dare disrespect her.' And the warning was warranted considering what Solid was like. I simply nodded.
"So..." The old lady spoke. Her voice was weathered yet still carried undeniable authority perhaps even more than Nozel himself. She looked at me and the spells that I had used. Her eyes, they looked… very unimpressed.
"This is my student."
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At this point in the story, Nozel is 26, Solid is 15, Nebra is 21 and Noele is 12.
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