chap. 4
Magic sense is the extended version of mana sense. Mana sense is the most simplistic form of perception and the basis for >magic perception<. Mana sense let's you feel disruptions of the mana field that is constantly affecting you like gravity. When a very famous magician observed some cave birds he found out that the sound it is making contains some mana and on that basis he made up the magic sense technique. Later it was found out that the mana is actually used to disrupt the flow of mana in spells. But as humans don't have spefically designed organs like that bats ears the magic perception is much more practical.
Well the modern way to utilize it is to send out a wave starting from the mana core near your brain but as it is damaged the only way for me currently is to create a field starting from your heart. The difference is that in the modern way you get informations about everything but only how far it is and the general form. For an animal that specializes in crafting, fighting with weapons and fleeing in 3D the ancient way was more practical. The modern solution is much easier. But here is the second problem: I don't know how to create a mana field as the core in the heart stands for instinctive use whereas the core near the brain is used actively.
But to speak truthfully I only know that there is no light here and that I am between some rocks in the air. I don't have the time to learn an uncertain technique when I have nothing to drink nor to eat. If I would guess then my chances of survival are probably 20% or less. For starters I try out mimicking bats to get a hang of it while I try shaping the stone to lower myself.
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Nothing is the greatest enemy of a humans brain. That is something my master used to say. I always though it means that there is no problem you can not solve with enough creativity. But now that there is nothing to see, nothing to stick to, this is true terror. It is as if the human brain, its craving for knowlegde, informations, it is destroying itself. At the same time there is something that keeps me sane. The unbearable pain in my broken core, my broken rips, my broken arm and my broken legs, in other words the feeling that I am there.
There are multiple ways to stay conscious of oneself: One seeing, feeling, smelling, hearing, tasting oneself and the suroundings. Two thinking and constantly reminding oneself. Third pain, or to be exact being on the brink of extinxtion. You can only know of something for sure if you also know how it is not.
Being in complete darkness is quite taxing, the eyes are constantly trying to adjust to the non-existing lightlevel, the magic I cast (as I don't know if it is still running) and worst of all is my brain wrecking havoc with thoughts.
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Judging from how dry and brittle my lips are, the last time I drank must be around 1 and a half day. I did make provisional crutches. I shaped for each leg one long rods that reach to my armpits and for each section of the leg two sticks. the short sticks will then be connected on the side of the leg and the long ones are for leaning on it. now I only need to get up and I can start exploring. The sticks and rods are all out of stone as I only feel stone in my surroundings.
Every time I want to take a step I need to touch everything before me with the rod. I did found some cylindrical glass tube right in front of me. Thinking of it the Mova I found was running away earlier. This here must be the research facility and in this tube is probably some kind of liquid and a dead creature. It should be a good water supply and if worst comes worst I need to eat the creatures that were stored here. If I get lucky I can find a switch my damaged core with any of the creatures ones.
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The constant feeling of uneasiness around him, suddenly turned into some instinctive fear. The next moment I saw a huge shadow and cracks on the ground so I begun to flee. The next thing was ... I do not remember but it was as if the dimension collapsed in front of me. Afterwards I woke up in a arena and it felt as if my whole life before was only a dream.
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I am a magician in training in the church. Four years ago when I was six my mother came back from defending against a rush boar attack. She came back with a dislocated arm and a few broken rips as well as quite a substantial number of cuts from wind magic. It was then that I discovered my affinity to water and healing magic. Today I am running a few errands for my master. But the thing is we have plenty of these herbs so my theory is that she wanted to be alone with that old geezer that comes here regulary.
"hiiiiIIIIIIIIi" I heard a scream and a boy running towards me chased by another boy with a lizard in his hands. It was then that I saw a huge shadow casted above half of the city. When I looked up I saw a huge metallic rock that was formed almost perfectly to a tear-shape. Then that old geezer passed by me in a rush and master started an artifact that is placed in the middle of the church. It creates a wind current several times stronger than I could ever create. Masses of people run wildly around. Me? I had already lost all hope by seeing that giant tear. I was run over be multiple people but that was not important. It is only now that I know that death is unavoidable.
Suddenly the entire city began curving, it is as if god is helping us by ripping out the city and moving it elsewhere. It was then that I saw the white robe flying down and the tear slowed down as if it has already landed. Huge water streams were curled around it and before that was the old man sweating like a waterfall flying as if he was god.
some kind of circular door opened up right before the old man. Coming out was a man? No he had skin greener then a goblin more the green of a plant. But it was definitly not a Hobgoblin as he was a little bit taller then the old man and had very few muscles. It was then that I felt the sudden rush of magic energie and the wave of killing intend.
I couldn't hear what they spoke about but after a few breathtaking minutes the green man extended his arm through the old mans heart. All the magic disappeared at once, the tear dropped down, the water rushed down, and the town curved back while the old man slowly feel.
Out of the tear came then a blue Octopus-like, a human? with purple hair and a huge orange Insect with arms like a scythe. Upon looking down the octopus transformed into a young lady with the rope of the old man and hair like her arms as tentacles. The Insect transformed into an orange monkey with the scythe sticking out of the underarms. Then they started attacking the city.