Fanfiction by Ney

Hi,
like many other readers I began to theorize about “what if´s” and the possible future development of the story while reading. This is the result and I hope you have fun reading.
Please excuse possible grammatic errors, lack of vocabular and poor choice of words, I am not a native speaker.

Homework on the nature of magic

Siobhan
At some point of time while waiting at the Verdant Stag

„Sorceress!“ Theo called her and she turned to see him running up to her. In his arms were utensils for his homework, however he seemed to have forgotten their presence.

„Running from homework again?“ Siobhan chuckled and his face turned sour. „No, ist is just so boring. The teacher only tells me well known facts with that monotone voice of his and expects from me to be overly interested in it. But it isn’t interesting and the homework would be to copy what he said without actually copying him.“

„What do you work on?“ she asked and he showed her his notes. „An essay on the nature of magic?“ „Yes, but magic is illogical, yet follows rules. Not even the best thaumaturge got figured out what the essence of magic is, still he asked me to write about it.“

„Can you help me write it?“ Theo whined, but she shook her head. „I can’t help you with that. However, I can help you get information on what to write.” He nodded with an eager face and they sat down together in a corner.

Remembering a theory that said it was easier to learn when one had visual material, Siobhan took an illusion spell array out of her satchel.

“You are right when you say, no one ever has correctly summarized the essence of magic. This lays in the contradiction of magic, which is why humans tend to compare magic to something that they actually understand to describe it.”

“What is already existing and can partly compared with it?” Siobhan asked and after a moment of thought he answered. “It is like a mill.” “A mill? But what are the similarity between them?”

“Like a mill magic transforms one energy into another. For example, the mill turns the movements of wind or flowing water in rotation. Comparably, Magic can turn sacrificed heat into the energy that powers the spell, whatever the result is.”

She gave him an encouraging smile and he scribbled notes down.

Magic comparable to a mill

Like a mill is the machine to transform wind into rotation, magic is the “machine” to transform the energy contained in the sacrifice into the energy to empower the active spell

“But is it actually the same energy ? Or is it a transformed power with different characteristics?” “I am not sure.” Siobhan answered him. “Since this is just a picture you can use to describe how magic works it is not necessary the truth. For example, it isn’t proven that magic actual uses energy. It is just that the sacrifice disappears and the result of the spell appears. Whether or not magic uses an energy and transforms it during the casting isn’t certain.”

“So, is me comparing magic to a mill wrong?” Theo asked fidgeting with his fingers. “No, it is just the most fitting picture you found to describe the process on how you believe magic works. And like you said, even though there are many people who speculate on the actual process, nearly nothing is known about it and even less is proven.”

This left Theo a little lost in his thought and his pen was swirling between his fingers. “I think I got another one. It describes magic, yet isn’t a comparison. Does it also count?” “Since the essay is on the nature of magic, of course. As long as it depicts what magic is or how it can be seen.”

“It is a factor unlike any known other to bend or change the rules of the world or reality. For example, a spell that temporary stops gravity from existing in an area.”

Afterwards they discussed about how to formulate this part of the essay until Theo asked, “What other ways are there to describe how magic works?“

„There are many and they vary in their credibility.“ Siobhan told him and activated the illusion spell. Using the light and heat in the area she showed him a book, or to be exact the illusion of a book.

„One of the first that exists is ‘magic is like a blank sheet of paper‘ by an unknown author. It is mentioned in the book ‘The beginning of magic; Theories and hints left after the cataclysm‘ by Verner Van Vielsach. And yes, his parents really named him like this.” she added with the hint of a smirk.

“But back to the topic.” She opened the illusionary book and let it flip to page 271. On the right page was the translation of a piece of text from pre cataclysm which was sketched on the left. The boy moved closer, the interest written all over his face.

“…and I had a discussion on the subject of magic. He expressed his difficulties with how magic advances faster than humans can solve its mysteries. So, as a philosopher I had to question him ‘what do you think magic is?’ and he answered how to most magic was equivalent to power but to him a thaumaturge and mathematician ‘magic is essentially an Equation with an known input, an known output as well as many variables. These are the reason magic can’t be defined since many variables are yet to be discovered and the few that are, are not defined.’ . I admitted my inability to definitely describe magic since magic itself is not definite, but my dear friend disagreed since ‘although the variables are unknown, they are definite’. “

“After we spoke till late into the night, the sun had long since set, we found a way to describe and simplify the complexity of magic. Magic is like a blank sheet of paper in front of an artist. Since the possibilities on how to use magic are endless the paper is blank and it’s up to the thaumaturge, the painter, to paint the picture of it. So, each time a new spell is found magic is defined anew. These definitions may vary and contradict each other, but…” Theo read out loud.

“The text ends here.” He shifted his attention to her “Yes, this is the middle of a scroll. The rest most likely got destroyed or didn’t survive the cataclysm.” The boy nodded absently and only after a while he began to note down his new findings.

Magic = power?

Magic is like an equation that works even though it contains unknown variables

It’s also similar to a blank sheet of paper in front of an artist.
It’s possible to paint anything and the painter defines it each time again when a new painting/spell is created.

Afterwards he put a bracket around the three and added a “cf. The beginning of magic; Theories and hints left after the cataclysm by Verner Van Vielsach page 270/271”

“But doesn’t that mean one should be able to do anything with magic?” Theo frowned. “Yes, everything can be done with magic.” “But not everything…”

She chuckled while thinking about a certain lesson in Introduction to Practical Will-based Casting. “A great free-caster once said something similar to ‚magic has no boundaries, but humans have‘ and I can only agree with that.“

She waited till he wrote the quote down and with a wave of her hand the book changed into another much smaller one. It read ‚Magic for beginners; 111 easy arrays’ by Nicodemus Kafer. After another wave of her hand, it opened and showed one of the first pages.

“In the beginning this author reminds the readers of the dangers of casting. He uses the phrase ‚Magic is like a leashed beast. You have to remember: a single error and in the next second it could free itself to bite you.‘ . It is used as a warning that magic is not harmless and could turn on you any second.“

Theo nodded and again scribbled down the information. Siobhan watched him from the side, first hesitating but then beginning to speak.

“In some cases it is also possible to compare it to a sapient being.“ She nodded to the illusion she had created just a second earlier. It showed a humanoid figure with giant ears.

“Each thaumaturge when casting a spell is telling Magic what they want and what they are willing to sacrifice to get it. But there are so many, their voices overlap and they use different languages so that it’s difficult for It to listen to them.“

She created a horde of tiny humans at the feet of the larger humanoid figure.
“That’s why they use a circle to gain Magic‘s attention. They use Glyphs so It can easier understand what they try to do. By doing this Magic can fulfil their wishes.“

“But what about free-caster?“ The boy questioned and she answered with a chuckle, “Free-caster have found out the language of Magic over the time of their training and can directly communicate with It. Instead of trying to gain Its attention they can just scream really loud at It. Metaphorical of course…”

As a reaction to her last sentence Theo also began to giggle, but after scrutinizing her illusion he added, “However to listen to so many thaumaturges at once it needs to have at least a few more ears!” To humor him she just did that, leaving the figure with ears all over Its body.

She watched him as he finished his notes and noted how he never asked for references for the quote and the last thought model. After all the boy knew that since she didn’t mention it, he most likely wouldn’t get an answer. She made sure he had all the information down before she rose and put the spell-array back into her satchel.

It was a fantastical time, but sadly she had to speak to Katerin and so she soon said her goodbyes to Theo. Leaving him frantically writing his homework she left to meet the other woman.

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So… here is another short fanfiction.

Sky kraken
An excellent example what happens when idiotic decision-making and good luck meet one another.

Siobhan

This is set in a possible future after chapter 233, without any connections to following chapters.

Siobhan turned around a corner and followed the tunnel. A potion of moonlight sizzle illuminated her surroundings, the blue light flickering over the white stonewalls hypnotically.

She had followed the path for a while now and it had led her deep into the white cliffs. On her way down she had found nothing noteworthy, but suddenly her scrying ward activated.

Coming to a halt she made her ward stronger, then continued walking. However, with each step the other spell seemed to gain power. Under the influenced of the inkling of an idea she took a few steps back and found the pressure on her ward lessen.

She observed her surroundings, yet found nothing but smooth, white walls. It didn’t seem to be the coppers scrying for her but a local spell, meant for passer-by.

Intrigued by the thought she walked forward until the spell began to lessen again. At the location where it was the strongest, she stroked the wall with her palm.

Only after her finger sank into the stone as if it was nonexistent she took into consideration how stupid it was of her to just touch the wall. However, after nothing happened and her fingers stayed unscathed, she stepped forward, passing the supposed stone.

Behind laid a corridor looking nearly the exact same as the one she just left, except for a spell array carved into the wall in thin lines.

It was a confusion hex, so that people would believe the opening as part of the wall. Furthermore, there was a subarray, however it was complicated and the only thing she understood about it was that it meant to track a certain information of the people passing it. That seemed to be the reason the disks in her back activated. After all they reflected or adverted all tries to get information from her.

The array also seemed to have a special function of not letting people in when it gathered this certain information from them. But since it couldn’t get any information from her, it of course didn’t work. From the fact that it wasn’t actively cast and didn’t have a clear source of power she concluded it worked on similar principles as a self-charging artefact.

She followed the tunnel for a while before she noticed a glowing shimmer at its end. The path opened up and the oval opening led to a room filled with a complex, glowing spell array. For an unknown reason it felt somewhat familiar.

Siobhan noticed multiple circles; the biggest one had a Nonagram in the middle. A spacial warping? Why is something like this here? Or is it a kind of portal? Siobhan questioned silently.

The array filled the small room completely and from the side of her eye she saw something. She knew what it was, but had never seen it used for a spell. Fascinated she took a step closer and… everything around her turned black. How stupid. If that really symbolizes time…, was her last thought.

With a dull headache and a sore body, she woke up. Eyes blinking into the sunlight and groaning to heave herself off the ground, she stood up. The light she had mistaken as the sun was in reality a bright, spherical ball hovering underneath the stone ceiling. She had entered something akin to a manmade cave with smooth walls.

A bit in front of her, slightly outside the glow of the orb, was a squirming mass. It was huge and massive chains reached out of it to connect to wall ankers. Holding her breath for a moment she took a step forward.

In response to the sound of her step the mass in front of her twitched, changed color and began to uncurl itself. Through a sharp intake of air, she let out a hissing sound. The form in front of her contracted and turned smaller. It was as if she woke it up, its reaction at first startled but then cowing from her.

However, after a long moment of silently watching each other cautiously, it started to grow bigger and acting aggressive. Flailing tentacles began to swipe through the air like gigantic whips.

„A sky kraken.“ she whispered just a second bevor it’s tentacles reached her. They tried to curl around her, but a stunning spell from her wand gained her enough time to move and create some space in between them.

With a screeching scream it attacked again. This time using the metal chains that bound it. Sky kraken although well known, were nearly extinct or at least so well hidden that there had been no sightings for a long time. How could there be one hidden in the white cliffs?

And also, it was still small, even if it was trice as tall as her, for a sky kraken it was still a baby. However, this didn’t stop it from trying to smash Siobhan. She had to dodge to the side so she wouldn’t get hit and once again felt that Fecten´s training had come in handy.

While moving she reached out with her will and gave her best to convey the idea of safety. It backed away with a surprised squeal. Again, Siobhan used her will in order to soothe it. This time it calmed and even reached a curios tentacle in her direction as if it could feel her will physically. For the first time she could take in the sight of the fascinating creature in front of her. She had often dreamed about sky kraken in her childhood, but to actually stand before one was totally different.

When she stepped cautiously closer her sight fell onto the cuffs the creature was chained with. In order to lock it up someone had pierced the upper part of multiple tentacles and put a chain through. As she extended a hand towards the metal an angry screech resounded through the cave and the echo made her dizzy.

Once again, its body language turned hostile. Reaching out with her will she created a relaxing aura and announced her desire to help him. When she was sure that it would not make any sudden moves, she moved even closer.

Then, she took out a sheet of seaweed paper and wrote a variation of the stone dissolving array they had practiced in class on it. With this Siobhan began working on the bindings and soon the first cuff fell apart.

After repeating the process a few more times all shackles were open and a warm feeling spilled over to her. It was the sky kraken’s emotion compressed into something on the same level as the will.

It made a joyous sound and leaped to the exit she had entered through. Still, it hesitated, the tentacles reached out towards freedom.

It blinked doubtful at her, but when she made no move to interrupt it from leaving another squeak resounded through the cave. It lunged forwards and flailed its tentacles. Somehow it looked suspiciously like a waving gesture, Siobhan mused and smiled.

After she was all alone, she turned around and saw a laboratory. It had been hidden from her sight by the creature. When Siobhan took a closer look, a leather-bound journal caught her sight. It laid closed between a few vials of unrecognizable substances.

Curious she opened it and found tables and protocols of different experiments. Most of them centered around its growth and the possible uses its blood and ink had.

That explained the sky kraken’s strange behavior in the beginning. It had been afraid of her because whoever had locked it up before had been conducting experiments on it.

After searching the whole laboratory, she decided to take the journal and leave the place. In contrary to the entrance situated in the cliffs the exit didn’t open up to a room, but looked more of a doorway without an actual door.

She stepped into the hollowed stonewall and again everything in front of her turned black. This time however, she didn’t lose consciousness and continued standing instead of falling down.

Before leaving she took a last glance at the glowing lines of the array. Her eyes were attracted to the part symbolizing time. When taking a second look she finally understood what part of it meant.

After comparing the time, she confirmed her guess. Not a second had passed in the outside time while she was in the pocket space laboratory.

Since the sky kraken had vanished it must have also returned back to the time when it entered. The space was completely isolated from the real world, only connected through this doorway. At this moment inspiration hit her.

Now Siobhan new why the spell array had seemed familiar the first moment she saw it. A huge part of it was a copy of the array within Myrridin’s book. Someone had changed a few parts and carved it into a hidden part of the white cliffs to hide and raise a sky kraken.

But who was it? Myrddin or someone else?

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Also, I am open for other ideas on short (one chapter) fanfictions. No guarantee though, that I will write them. I hope you had fun reading.

Thank you so much for contributing these! I love them.