Chapter 455: Light Friendship
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Chapter 455: Light Friendship
Light Friendship
Although the journey to the Undercroft weighed on Martel's mind, he had accepted that it could not be avoided. He would have to trust that his magic, along with his vigilance, would be enough. Ruby and her compatriots were gathering information, he was given to understand, and perhaps they might learn what they could expect to face once below ground; this left Martel with little to do but wait.
He did have something he wanted to deal with beforehand, just in case. Taking out the dormant lightstone that he had bought from Master Jerome, Martel began to weave an enchantment. His skill was still limited, and it would not last terribly long. It would have to do; he did not wish to delay, as he already had an intended use for it.
***
After a morning spent enchanting, Martel had his usual class with Master Alastair in the afternoon.
"How's the spell treating you?" asked his teacher.
"Getting better." Martel held out his hands; energy sizzled, and sparks jumped from the fingers on one hand to the other. "Don't think the last exercise you showed me will help anymore."
"Seems about right. Its purpose was to get you this far. You got the basics of the lightning in your hands, literally." Master Alastair gave a wry smile. "But that's useless without control, direction."
Martel ceased summoning the effect. Even at this small stage, it strained him to cast advanced magic. "So, what's next?"
"Well, much like you just did. Keep creating the lightning between your hands. However, try to channel the magic into one specific fingertip. Control where it appears. If you can do that, the next step is to control where it jumps to."
In demonstration, Master Alastair held out his hands in front of him. A spark of lightning appeared on his right index finger, only to leap across empty air and land on his left thumb.
Digging out the latest books they were going through, he also placed a small object on the table, wrapped in several layers of cloth. And then he waited.
Ten minutes or so after his arrival, Eleanor appeared. "Hey there." She glanced over the table and frowned. "What is that?"
Martel handed her the bundle. "Open up and see."
She unwrapped the fabric – several of Martel's shirts – and a glow began to be visible. Once she had removed all the layers, a shining lightstone showed itself in the palm of her hand. "Oh, it is beautiful."
"I'm glad you think so. It's for you."
She looked up at him. "Really?"
"I figured you could use it. Getting darker earlier and earlier, after all. But you may want to put it away at night if you want to get any sleep," he laughed.
"That's so thoughtful!" She gave him a quick hug before stepping back, looking at her present again. "You enchanted this? That is impressive."
"Thanks," he mumbled, almost feeling shy at being praised. "I don't know if it'll last through winter, honestly. But if it grows dim, I can renew the enchantment. Just bring it to me." Assuming Martel would be back from the Undercroft.
"This is so nice! No more bother with candles or lamps. Alchemy, enchantment – any skill you cannot master?"
"I'll never beat Maximilian at playing Legionary's Round," Martel admitted. He was lousy at cards. Her laughter rang through the library, thankfully empty with none to complain about the noise.Ñøv€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.
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Chapter 455: Light Friendship
Light Friendship
Although the journey to the Undercroft weighed on Martel's mind, he had accepted that it could not be avoided. He would have to trust that his magic, along with his vigilance, would be enough. Ruby and her compatriots were gathering information, he was given to understand, and perhaps they might learn what they could expect to face once below ground; this left Martel with little to do but wait.
He did have something he wanted to deal with beforehand, just in case. Taking out the dormant lightstone that he had bought from Master Jerome, Martel began to weave an enchantment. His skill was still limited, and it would not last terribly long. It would have to do; he did not wish to delay, as he already had an intended use for it.
***
After a morning spent enchanting, Martel had his usual class with Master Alastair in the afternoon.
"How's the spell treating you?" asked his teacher.
"Getting better." Martel held out his hands; energy sizzled, and sparks jumped from the fingers on one hand to the other. "Don't think the last exercise you showed me will help anymore."
"Seems about right. Its purpose was to get you this far. You got the basics of the lightning in your hands, literally." Master Alastair gave a wry smile. "But that's useless without control, direction."
Martel ceased summoning the effect. Even at this small stage, it strained him to cast advanced magic. "So, what's next?"
"Well, much like you just did. Keep creating the lightning between your hands. However, try to channel the magic into one specific fingertip. Control where it appears. If you can do that, the next step is to control where it jumps to."
In demonstration, Master Alastair held out his hands in front of him. A spark of lightning appeared on his right index finger, only to leap across empty air and land on his left thumb.
Digging out the latest books they were going through, he also placed a small object on the table, wrapped in several layers of cloth. And then he waited.
Ten minutes or so after his arrival, Eleanor appeared. "Hey there." She glanced over the table and frowned. "What is that?"
Martel handed her the bundle. "Open up and see."
She unwrapped the fabric – several of Martel's shirts – and a glow began to be visible. Once she had removed all the layers, a shining lightstone showed itself in the palm of her hand. "Oh, it is beautiful."
"I'm glad you think so. It's for you."
She looked up at him. "Really?"
"I figured you could use it. Getting darker earlier and earlier, after all. But you may want to put it away at night if you want to get any sleep," he laughed.
"That's so thoughtful!" She gave him a quick hug before stepping back, looking at her present again. "You enchanted this? That is impressive."
"Thanks," he mumbled, almost feeling shy at being praised. "I don't know if it'll last through winter, honestly. But if it grows dim, I can renew the enchantment. Just bring it to me." Assuming Martel would be back from the Undercroft.
"This is so nice! No more bother with candles or lamps. Alchemy, enchantment – any skill you cannot master?"
"I'll never beat Maximilian at playing Legionary's Round," Martel admitted. He was lousy at cards. Her laughter rang through the library, thankfully empty with none to complain about the noise.Ñøv€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.
Chapter 455: Light FriendshipLight FriendshipAlthough the journey to the Undercroft weighed on Martel's mind, he had accepted that it could not be avoided. He would have to trust that his magic, along with his vigilance, would be enough. Ruby and her compatriots were gathering information, he was given to understand, and perhaps they might learn what they could expect to face once below ground; this left Martel with little to do but wait.He did have something he wanted to deal with beforehand, just in case. Taking out the dormant lightstone that he had bought from Master Jerome, Martel began to weave an enchantment. His skill was still limited, and it would not last terribly long. It would have to do; he did not wish to delay, as he already had an intended use for it.***After a morning spent enchanting, Martel had his usual class with Master Alastair in the afternoon."How's the spell treating you?" asked his teacher."Getting better." Martel held out his hands; energy sizzled, and sparks jumped from the fingers on one hand to the other. "Don't think the last exercise you showed me will help anymore.""Seems about right. Its purpose was to get you this far. You got the basics of the lightning in your hands, literally." Master Alastair gave a wry smile. "But that's useless without control, direction."Martel ceased summoning the effect. Even at this small stage, it strained him to cast advanced magic. "So, what's next?""Well, much like you just did. Keep creating the lightning between your hands. However, try to channel the magic into one specific fingertip. Control where it appears. If you can do that, the next step is to control where it jumps to."In demonstration, Master Alastair held out his hands in front of him. A spark of lightning appeared on his right index finger, only to leap across empty air and land on his left thumb.Digging out the latest books they were going through, he also placed a small object on the table, wrapped in several layers of cloth. And then he waited.Ten minutes or so after his arrival, Eleanor appeared. "Hey there." She glanced over the table and frowned. "What is that?"Martel handed her the bundle. "Open up and see."She unwrapped the fabric several of Martel's shirts and a glow began to be visible. Once she had removed all the layers, a shining lightstone showed itself in the palm of her hand. "Oh, it is beautiful.""I'm glad you think so. It's for you."She looked up at him. "Really?""I figured you could use it. Getting darker earlier and earlier, after all. But you may want to put it away at night if you want to get any sleep," he laughed."That's so thoughtful!" She gave him a quick hug before stepping back, looking at her present again. "You enchanted this? That is impressive.""Thanks," he mumbled, almost feeling shy at being praised. "I don't know if it'll last through winter, honestly. But if it grows dim, I can renew the enchantment. Just bring it to me." Assuming Martel would be back from the Undercroft."This is so nice! No more bother with candles or lamps. Alchemy, enchantment any skill you cannot master?""I'll never beat Maximilian at playing Legionary's Round," Martel admitted. He was lousy at cards. Her laughter rang through the library, thankfully empty with none to complain about the noise.Nvl--1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.
