Powerful

My heart races, I think fast wondering where in the hell I recognize this energy from.

I soon realized it wasn't the energy but the lack of thought management.

Whatever this thing was it was letting it all out transferring thoughts and emotions without a care.

A few moments later I noticed something else that made me gasp and take a few steps back this mana sense was made up of pure world energy.

I thought it was impossible to control energy so pure, even Rumi had shimmering mana and he was the most powerful person I had seen, but I soon realized I was mistaken.

This wasn't world energy; it was just very pure mana.

I immediately got a flood of different emotions but the most powerful one was loneliness.

Centuries upon centuries of loneliness and darkness.

I know this feeling... it's an incubation station.

But unlike whatever this thing was I knew what color was, I knew what up and down was and I could fill the gaps with imagination.

But this thing was like a baby stuck in the dark ever since it came into existence.

I prevent my thoughts and emotions from leaking as it sends me wave after wave detail after detail of all the long years spent in isolation only feeding when the hunger rises, a feeling it doesn't even know how to describe.

I fight the urge to flee, I wonder what this thing is and If it could give me any clues to my re-life problem.

I sit cross legged and begin to assimilate all the memories this creature was sending me.

It was not born nor created.

It came into existence one day in what can only described as infinite darkness.

It had no concept of mana control or it would have been out of here already.

Like a baby sitting on a powerplant, all this energy and no way to use it.

It had no way of knowing.

It "ate" the mana stones when it felt the need to by doing what I did in my rock life, dragging the source of whatever satiated the hunger towards it.

It had no idea it was syphoning mana with the act of dragging the mana crystal over, it had no idea it was even dragging.

It was an instinctual urge to live.

This was the first time I have heard of anything like this.

I spend a whole week in a meditative posture taking in all the details.

My hunger and thirst scratched at my mind, but I didn't consider getting up.

It was hundreds of years of life.

Anyone would have either been driven insane or ran out of energy, luckily I had two mana cores and a cave full of stones.

I felt my body doing its best to reject the energy from whatever this thing was.

It's energy was being rejected by my body making me cramp and dry heave at times but I held on using a mana stone to help offset the reaction, which wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.

I understood what it was like to only feel the area around you never being able to truly see anything.

I understood the loneliness and the pain.

The worst was this pitiful thing didn't know what it was feeling, it just felt.

I close my mind to it but I can still feel the connection from both energy tendrils.

Softly it pressed against my mana sending a new emotion, curiosity.

I think long and hard before sending it a memory of me sensing grass for the first time.

Its consciousness trembled, the connection slipping.

This was huge for it, it never considered anything outside of darkness and mana stones.

I expose it to one blade of grass after the next, I thin the tendril and send out a couple more to help regulate the information sent.

It worked wonders helping to lessen the effects of what I called mana rejection.

I spent days communicating with this thing sending it nothing but sensations of grass and observing its reaction.

If I were to irresponsibly taint this creature it could use the whole of the mana mine to wreak some serious damage, that thought lingers in the back of my mind.

I can only imagine of someone found this with little to no mental control.

Normal humans would have been killed long ago and a mage finding this thing and handing it it's memories and experiences would create a monster.

We had built a connection of sorts where it respected my boundaries, but it still let me see everything of itself as it had no concept of hiding.

That was an issue for me because my body rejected the mana that I was allowing past my defenses.

Limiting the amount of memories to process would usually work but not when I am getting hundreds of years at a time

I gave my next decision some serious thought before committing.

If I can guide it like I did with Isla, a powerful companion is more than welcomed.

I begin my descent covered in energy, after going almost a half mile down I touch on the surface of all the mana crystals that were dragged down for it to consume.

They where getting smaller and smaller.

Reaching down with my mana sense I felt the a large mountain of mana stones.

Moving them aside I work my way down to the center finding one mana stone with a plasma center the size of a fist.

It resembled blood but it was silver, the plasma distinguishable from the white mana stone.

I thought to myself about the humanoid that tried to syphon before shattering my core, was I something like this?

I grab the mana stone it was encased in and head to the top not wanting to stay in the darkness.

When we finally get to the top of the sand it is almost night the last dying embers of the sun flickering off giving the night a tinge of purple and red.

I stop, allowing it to sense its new surroundings.

Instead of words I get emotions, an overwhelming feeling of gratitude and curiosity towards this new world.

I send it the image of the sun as the horizon looked like it was squeezing the colors out of it.

I stopped its wriggling in the mana crystal.

A sense of curiosity came over it and I knew what it meant.

'Sun' I said through our mental link, it was so excited that it overwhelmed me with energy.

I notice some thing else now that I get a good look at it.

It had a pitiably small mana range only going out a few yards.

I nearly dropped it in surprise 'This thing isn't powerful at all'!