Chapter 10 : Acceptance.

Ajel looked at the book full of magic, before shaking his head.

how was he meant to harness this?

slowly sitting down, he felt the same feeling as before, one that grasped at his throat and wanted to make him choke on his memories.

The smell, the feeling of the magic lashing against his skin, the feeling of his leg and his eye getting lacerated...

he felt it all.

Sweat dripped down their face of Ajel as he slowly gritted his teeth at the memories of his little sister and her big smile.

The orphanage, playing together in the snow.

every scene he saw was drenched in blood, even the ones where nothing happened.

"You need to accept those feeling, and pass through them just temporarily."

Ajel's expression loosened, as he thought about the memories that he prized so dearly.

Building snowman's in the snow, stealing sausages from the winter market, getting colds from playing in the snow all day.

He remembered.... no he was experiencing the memories he kept in his heart.

The scene switch only made his expression smile wider..... but tears poured out of his eyes.

"Elana...." Ajel muttered as he stopped his tears.

She was going to look over him, and watch over his actions.

She will always be there for him, no matter where she is now.

And he would do the same.

They are brother and sister after all.

The bond that can't ever be broken, even in death.

He just needs the power to help him achieve his dream.

I love you, Elana.

And so his tears stopped, as his chaotic state ceased.

He felt it in his body, the mana inside of his body.

In every blood vessel in his body, the feeling of it flow through his body.

it was, imperfect, crude.

But it was a step, and so he didn't care.

He didn't care how long it took.

Days, months, years.

He didn't mind.

He only wanted power.

Magic was separated into how refined and pure your mana is.

Mana feeds into spells of the respective magic, but since Ajel hasn't gone through Awakening yet, he didn't have the power to do anything.

That was of course, except null spells, spells with no magic that are weak but certainly could kill a normal person.

Certain conditions, certain advantages and certain disadvantages.

For example, the spells were weaker than a mage using their magic type, and also it lacked short-range interactions.

However, they could easily kill a normal person.

The moment Ajel came out of the trance of meditation, he felt the mana in his body naturally, which caused him to sigh in relief.

"ARGH!" The painful memories pounded in his head, as although he repressed them they still came back to bite him.

Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, Ajel opened them again and continued to read the book.

Null magic was easy to learn, hard to master.

there were only 2 spells in the book, which caused Ajel to sigh in a disheartening manner.

A sudden scream filled the house as Ajel felt like his eyes were burning.

The pain was unbearable as he felt like his own eyes were melting and restructuring themself in the most painful manner.

And then he blinked.

The world was illuminated around him, as the door to his room slammed open.

It was Awek, who suddenly scanned around the room and then his eyes locked onto Ajel.

"What's wrong- oh." His expression suddenly turned from worried to blank. "I see you've unlocked your mage vision."

Ajel looked at Awek before he looked towards the man.

Red.

That's what he saw.

"What's this red?" Ajel muttered, which caused Awek's expression to turn dark.

"Sins."

"Sins?" Ajel muttered as he looked at Awek.

"The things a person has done in their life. Reflected with a red. You can see the emotions with someone when your magic becomes more advanced."

"Awek," Ajel muttered. "Who are you?"

Awek slowly looked down, his eyes cold. "I'm a doctor and a crafter, nothing more nothing less."

He walked out, as Ajel stood there in silence, as he shook his head.

All he saw was a man running from his past.

Looking at the spells in the books, one was a light spell, and another was a "bullet" spell.

He read it in a book about the history of Runterra, a bullet is a Noxian invention meant to be fired out of something, and in this case, it was made out of mana and was meant to be fired from his hands.

He was more interested in the spell that could provide him with more safety, not some measly light spell, although he didn't doubt the utility of the spell.

First, he needed to mould the mana in his body to a sphere.

Ajel closed his eyes and tried to move his mana...

but to no avail.

He tried and tried again.

But it just stuck to the place it was before.

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After 3 hours of trying over and over again, he managed to get a clump of mana, the size of a pea.

Maybe, it was just better to learn the light spell to help the mana process.

Perhaps he overestimated himself too much.

If magic was that easy to use it would of being a mage dominated world.

The mana was a milky blue, and the colour was dark as the purity was at its bottom stages.

This would mean that it would be harder to control but would get easier when he learns how to purify and most importantly, experience.

He still had a long way to go until he was strong.

A long way.