Chapter 21

I'm currently sitting outside in the courtyard staring at the moon thinking about the day.

"What are you thinking about"

Looking towards the voice I see Zelretch sitting next to me, joining me in my late night moon watch.

"Just thinking about today, everything that happened, everything I learnt as well as what we did, I still can't believe I, no, we managed to make a complete pseudo texture. That's not something I can currently do on my own, I only managed to do it with your help"

"I could only support your use of your magic, the second's main function is interacting with other world, not creating new textures in a world"

Yes today we created a new textures on the world, we call it the prank texture. The world originally had two textures, the present world and the reverse side, now between these two there is a third texture that we hooked to Rhongomyniad, the tower that shines at the world's end, it was the best way to keep it in place without constantly using my magic.

The reason we call it the prank texture is because it constantly has horrible music and sounds in it, all sorts of horrifying creatures and it pulls in disgusting scents from the other world textures into it, for lack of better terms is a complete prank hell, the best part is only the worst of the worst scum are affected by it. so if random people start complaining about horrible music, horrifying monsters and disgusting smells well then you know they belong in prison or in a coffin.

"what else are you thinking about. You have been in a bit of a daze since we finished the prank texture"

He's right, while we were creating a texture I had a sudden epiphany about my magic. It happened during the process, as I was creating an basic illusion or should I say texture around the planet, thanks to Zelretch for the support with that, never could have done that on my own, then locking it in place with the tower.

I understood something about my magic. It does more than just create and manipulate textures, it allows me to change the world however I wish, not just this world, any world. Not necessarily just textures ether, I saw it, when I master my magic I could embed reality into a planet, not a texture but directly into the planet.

As an example imagine the planet is a person, a texture of reality is their shirt with a picture on it. that picture represents reality, if something happens the shirt can be taken of and changed. However I could directly embed reality into the planet. That means rather then wearing a shirt with a picture, the picture is tattoed into the body. Any clothes or anything can be put on over it, other textures can exist however that reality is part of the planet, however that is something that is impossible to do. Which is why it's magic.

Doing this would imply that regardless of what foundation the planets textures run on they would all be affected by the texture embedded into the world.

If I were to embed the texture of the age of gods into the world then the gods could freely roam the world because the world would support them regardless of how it would affect the present world texture or how it rejects their existence.

Not only that I can also create world textures on something that doesn't have any, or can't have any. But that is not the limit of my magic there is till more to it, I also discovered that due to my magic, my presence supports and strengthens the world and it's textures. That means so long as I'm on the planet it can't die. How do I know.

(Flashback, afternoon class)

As I was exploring the clock tower I noticed a class in session, curious I decided to watch the class, during which I saw what they were doing and decided to join in. I barely managed to perform the spell, however in comparison to the students in the class who had their spell erased by Gaia's will in less then a minute, even the teachers only lasted about a minute and a half. My low quality and sorry excuse for magecraft, remained in touched. Infact Gaia wasn't rejecting it at all, which made no sense, I didn't use my magic so why. Curious, I asked the teacher a question.

"I'm curious about something"

Hearing my voice everyone in the room looked toward me. Shocked everyone in the room froze from the shock of my presence. Realising the situation the teacher quickly responded.

"AH, yes, what would you like to know"

I can see I'm visibly panicking, guess news of my gender swapping prank as spread. Smiling I reply.

"I joined in on the spell however despite mine being the worst on the room, how come it lasted longer, is it because I'm a Magician or something else"

Hearing my question the teacher is visibly shocked l, as is the rest of the class, he quickly asks speaks.

"That makes no sense, it's common knowledge that any spell casted by a Magician deteriorates even faster. The common theory is that Gaia is spiting them for wielding a power of true magic so does everything she can to spite them. There are cases of mages having their spells stronger and longer lasting when used against or in the presence of a Magician"

Hearing his words I'm shocked, this completely contradicts what just happened. After that conversation I leave the room to try and figure out what happened.

Looking outside, the sun going down, I decide to head back to the courtyard to watch the sunset. Sitting on the couch I made earlier I go over what just happened. Frustrated I decide to try different spells I know and see what happens, the result is always the same, their not being rejected. regardless of how poor the spell is or the result, Gaia doesn't reject them.

Frustrated I use my magic to investigate on object I made with projection, it just a simple book, no words or anything, just a plane book.

While investigating I notice something, something I can't identify seems to be going over it, getting a feel of this strange thing, I begin to notice it everywhere, it's like someone or something's perception.

Testing a theory I project a pen. The moment the pen appears in the world the perception lock on with clear hostile intentions. Untill it senses the object, I could see how it was sending it, first it saw the object, analysed what it was, a pen made through magic, then looked at its origins, the moment it senses my mana, all hostility stopped. This confirms it, Gaia not only tolerates my presence but even supports it, why.