Somewhere Unfamiliar
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There was always talk that Magic could only be wielded by those touched by Unvera, the God of Worlds. Those touched by Arevyn, the Goddess of Life, could not handle Magic.
She hated that men were Unverante - those touched by Unvera - and women were Arevynuos - those touched by Arevyn. She hated that it was predetermined by gender and not by proof. She had proof and no one believed her.
No matter how loud she got, the Magi always ignored her when she said she was Unverante. They would laugh and throw her out, calling for her head to be checked. No one, not a single Magi, would work with her even when she tried to show them her proof.
So she learned on her own. Magic became her teacher and she would sneak into the Archives to learn what Magic couldn’t teach.
It did not take long for others to take notice of her skill. Long hair was common among Magi leaving only her body for her to hide and the Magi garb hid a lot. The only problem was that she had to hand make hers; it made her stand out even more than her skills. The reputation of the Magic Haired Magi preceded her and soon she was being asked to do greater and more complex jobs from more powerful clients.
When the Highest - the top of the Magi - started turning their gazes to her, she knew she risked everything by continuing to work with Magic and yet she couldn’t stop what she was doing.
The courtyard was packed when she entered the trap. The staff in her hand innately glowed with Magic so there was nothing she could do about that. They took it as a threat anyway.
She opened her eyes to find herself somewhere unfamiliar. Water stretched in every direction and lapped at the ankles of her boots. A soft wind pulled at her hair the same color as the sky above, the same exact color people associated with Magic. She made a slow rotation, looking for anything other than the endless water. Nothing broke the horizon so she coaxed the Magic from her staff to fill the space beneath her boots and with her first step, she started walking on water.
The blue Magic in her staff drifted around her hands before it started drifting towards the right.
She followed the makeshift compass point for a long time. The magic beneath her boots silenced her footfall but the soft wind danced around her, filling the empty world with rolling clouds, and allowing her mind to wander.
The land masses probably hadn’t simply appeared on the horizon but when her attention was suddenly pulled back to her surroundings, they were dark on either side from the mass rising out of the water far too close.
A skeleton larger than a mountain pulled itself out of the water yet it passed through the surface without a single ripple and no water clinging to the bones.
“Ah, what a disappointment,” rolled around her as if the voice was coming from everywhere at once. “Humanity should have treated you better, my child.”
A soft smile brightened her expression. “You could always send me back, Blessed Unvera.”
Unvera’s laughter curled around her, comforting and reassuring.
She hated that men were Unverante - those touched by Unvera - and women were Arevynuos - those touched by Arevyn. She hated that it was predetermined by gender and not by proof. She had proof and no one believed her.
No matter how loud she got, the Magi always ignored her when she said she was Unverante. They would laugh and throw her out, calling for her head to be checked. No one, not a single Magi, would work with her even when she tried to show them her proof.
So she learned on her own. Magic became her teacher and she would sneak into the Archives to learn what Magic couldn’t teach.
It did not take long for others to take notice of her skill. Long hair was common among Magi leaving only her body for her to hide and the Magi garb hid a lot. The only problem was that she had to hand make hers; it made her stand out even more than her skills. The reputation of the Magic Haired Magi preceded her and soon she was being asked to do greater and more complex jobs from more powerful clients.
When the Highest - the top of the Magi - started turning their gazes to her, she knew she risked everything by continuing to work with Magic and yet she couldn’t stop what she was doing.
The courtyard was packed when she entered the trap. The staff in her hand innately glowed with Magic so there was nothing she could do about that. They took it as a threat anyway.
She opened her eyes to find herself somewhere unfamiliar. Water stretched in every direction and lapped at the ankles of her boots. A soft wind pulled at her hair the same color as the sky above, the same exact color people associated with Magic. She made a slow rotation, looking for anything other than the endless water. Nothing broke the horizon so she coaxed the Magic from her staff to fill the space beneath her boots and with her first step, she started walking on water.
The blue Magic in her staff drifted around her hands before it started drifting towards the right.
She followed the makeshift compass point for a long time. The magic beneath her boots silenced her footfall but the soft wind danced around her, filling the empty world with rolling clouds, and allowing her mind to wander.
The land masses probably hadn’t simply appeared on the horizon but when her attention was suddenly pulled back to her surroundings, they were dark on either side from the mass rising out of the water far too close.
A skeleton larger than a mountain pulled itself out of the water yet it passed through the surface without a single ripple and no water clinging to the bones.
“Ah, what a disappointment,” rolled around her as if the voice was coming from everywhere at once. “Humanity should have treated you better, my child.”
A soft smile brightened her expression. “You could always send me back, Blessed Unvera.”
Unvera’s laughter curled around her, comforting and reassuring.