Millennial Mage

Chapter 67: I Might Need to Be Attacked More Often

Tala was surprised by the weight of emotion in Trents response, but she didnt comment. Lets see what hell be willing to tell me about the wells of power in the wilds.

Den, for his part, turned to look at Trent. Master Trent, you might as well tell her.

Tala blinked, looking between the driver and the Mage. Den? You know?

He gave her a curious expression. Of course, I know. I have to steer us around them, dont I?

She hadnt considered that. Are there that many?

Den shrugged. Im not really sure. One or two for every ten square miles?

Trent grunted. At least. He sighed, pulling himself back up onto the wagons roof. Seems well need to discuss this, too.

Den helpfully held up something that looked like a compass, but with half a dozen needles pointing in various directions. These point to nearby, non-mobile sources of power, the biggest needle points to the closest, and so on.

Tala found herself nodding. Thats how you avoid so many dangers.

Precisely, though, sometimes I wish that it would point out the mobile ones, too. Den gave a meaningful look towards Terry. After a moment, Den shrugged, then waved absently towards Trent. You can take it from here, Master Trent.

Trent shook his head but was smiling even so. Thank you, First Driver.

The three Mages sat near the back of the wagon, once again.

So, what do you know?

Tala shook her head. Oh, no. If I tell you that, youll refuse to tell me more. Explain the wells of power.

Trent grunted irritably, rubbing his forehead.

Rane leaned back and gave Trent a serious look. If you dont tell her, I will.

Trents gaze, back at Rane, was weary, more than anything else. You know? Of course, you do. You spent years in the wilds.

Rane shrugged. Theyre hard to miss, if you spend any time out here, undirected.

Trent sighed, nodding. Thats true enough. He straightened, looking at Tala. The wells are magical springs, which grant ingrained magic to any creature that touches them. I dont know how the various magics are selected, nor why creatures get the same effects or different, seemingly at random. Some wells always grant the same, some never seem to give the same ability twice, according to whats been shared with me.

Tala was frowning. Butthats fantastic. Wouldnt that remove the need for inscribing? What are we doing avoiding them?

Trent shook his head, dampening her enthusiasm. They cant attach to anything with a soul, anything with true sapience.

Tala looked to where Terry lay. Then, how do you explain the more intelligent creatures?

Trent shrugged. Most seem to develop such intelligence either after receiving their gifts, or as a result. Again, I dont know which. That intelligence, once acquired, however acquired, does mean that they cannot gain more.

That made sense. If Terry could have been collecting various powers from these wells for hundreds of years, he should have a much broader power-set. Well, what Grediv said strongly implies that the magics can override one another. Huh

In addition, this is virtually only true for arcane creatures. Magical entities either get their power from elsewhere or gain enough power from elsewhere to advance. These wells only grant abilities that seem to closely mirror inscriptions, if not exactly.

And humans are sapient, so they cant get Talas eyes widened. Babies.

Babies. Trent nodded. Their soul isnt fully established, they arent fully sapient, or something else, I dont know, but occasionally, a baby would be able to gain power from such as these.

She swallowed. You say occasionally

Maybe one in a thousand. The others die horribly, or so I was taught.

Tala felt sick. Some would see that as acceptable.

He nodded, again. For permanent power? Unfortunately, yes. And thats why the powers that be dont give the option.

You know, the more I learn about this world, the less I like itwhat other horrors await me over the next hurdle?

Trent shrugged, but Rane cleared his throat, deciding to answer, himself, The evils of this world are too much for average citizens to grapple with. They arent directly affected, so they neednt have the burden. Archons, and to a lesser extent Mages, are the bulwark of the common mans defense, but even we cant bear everything.

Tala grimaced. So, were left to stumble around blindly, until someone with the right knowledge notices that we should be told.

Rane shrugged this time. It isnt a perfect system, but it has served to shepherd humanity for more than two thousand years. This policy has grown our species from around ten thousand hiding, scared savages to right around thirteen million, living in comfort and security. He sighed. I hate it too, but the world is such that one evil person, with the wrong information, could undo a lot of that progress. People just dont need to know everything thats out there.

Tala was not happy, but she supposed she understood. If Id known, as a child, that the right pattern of metal in my skin would let me throw fire, what would I have done, trying to gain that power? She shuddered. We are but children, searching in a darkness full of knives.

Rane nodded, finishing the quote. What good father would not remove the blades, that our fingers may be safe.

She shook her head. Pruning the tree of knowledge still seems foolish.

Trent interjected. But it isnt pruned. What teacher starts with calculus, when his five-year-old student begins to learn math?

But what good teacher says calculus does not exist, when an inquisitive student asks?

Trent cocked an eyebrow. Any who know to ask are toldgenerally.

Sowhat makes an Archon an Archon?

He didnt answer, directly. You have an alchemist background. What would you say to a child who asks how to make an acid that can dissolve anything?

I wouldnt say: Go mix things and see what happens.

Trent grinned. Have you not been told what to avoid? Even without a proper master?

Rane frowned at that but didnt comment.

Tala grumbled a bit but had to concede. Fair, I suppose. She let out an irritated sigh. So we really are still children.

Trent and Rane spoke at the same time, both clearly quoting Grediv. Archon is but the beginning. They then glanced to each other and grinned.

Tala nodded. Well, then. I suppose we need to reach Archon.

The expression on the two other Mages became solemn, and the men nodded.

Well then, gents. It seems weve work to do. She nodded to Trent. Thank you, Master Trent. I wish you luck on your quest towards Archon.

And you yours. He nodded to both of them, in turn, and departed.

Tala stood, moving through her stretches. If Im going to spend the rest of the day making a star, I need to prevent cramps.

Rane, for his part, returned his attention to his letter from Grediv. As he read, he occasionally nodded, or shook his head. At a few points, he barked out laughs, followed by mutters to himself, which even Tala couldnt hear.

As Tala finished her stretches and moved to a comfortable, seated position in the center of the wagons roof, she saw Rane upend the envelope.

A sapphire fell out.

It was the largest gem shed ever seen, and her mage-sight provided details beyond what even her enhanced senses could distinguish. It was completely magically inert. It was a shaped gem, but she couldnt discern any facets. Even so, she knew it was a sapphire., though it was smooth and rounded. I thought gems had to be facetted

Rane held it up, eyes wide. Its huge!

Tala cleared her throat. So howd that fit in the envelope?

He grunted. Dimensional storage, only accessible twice.

She gave him a deeply skeptical look. Master Grediv found a one-use, envelope-shaped, dimensional storage item.

Yes?

And hes wasting it on you.

Hey

She rolled her eyes. You know what I mean.

Fine He huffed. Its highly temporary. It will only last another couple minutes or so, now that Ive opened it.

Tala stood, striding over and snatching the envelope.

Hey!

She examined it. By the rusting stars There were minute inscriptions embedded in the paper, with a more complex set woven through the wax seal. She couldnt determine the metal, or the specifics of the spell-forms. They were simply too minute and too complex. How would you even go about making something like this?

Rane took it back from her, pulling it from her hands. With great difficulty and expense.

Obviously, but you said youd had that for years.

He shrugged. It would have lasted a lot longer, if I hadnt opened it.

She gave him an irritated stare. So how? It clearly doesnt have an ingrained power source or reservoir.

How was your outfit made?

What? Ive no idea.

But youre wearing it. How can you not know every detail of its construction?

She grunted, unhappily. Fine. Ill concede that you probably dont know. She growled in frustration. More things I dont understand. She glanced back to the envelope. Well, I understand some, but not Does it only use power to access a space, elsewhere? That would allow for the longevity She huffed a breath. It doesnt matter. So, are you going to become an Archon, now?

Hmmm? Oh! No. I have to do quite a bit of practice, first, and I cant be on assignment. There can be no chance of interruption, after I begin. I could not replace this if I failed. He held up the gem. This is a kindness, compared to a normal gem.

Why?

Well, because He hesitated. You know what? Ill tell you after you craft an Archon star as powerful as you need. Master Grediv told you what that threshold was, right?

She nodded, dejectedly. Yes

Rane tucked the gem away. Well, I, for one, am going to practice. What about you?

Yeah I am too. She returned to her seat. Last time I reached almost 10% of my goal with four hours and a mistake. She nodded to herself. I need a baseline. She centered herself and began to shape her power. Lets see what I can do with an hour.

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An hour later, her exhaustion had become manifest. Im glad I wasnt planning on doing this for longer.

She pulled back her defensive powers, pricked her finger with a non-magical knife, and caught the drop of blood, containing the Archon star, in an empty iron vial. I suppose I could use glass vials might be cheaper? She actually had no idea if it would be less expensive.

She maintained her focus, letting the power of her regenerative inscriptions activate to heal the small cut. Then, and only then, did she allow herself to relax.

Nicely done, Tala. No slips, no mistakes, just good, solid work. She focused on the drop within. She had dedicated her entire flow of power into the spell-form for an hour, doing her utmost to open her gate as wide as possible. This was the result.

A drop of power spun furiously without seeming to move. Her mage-sight locked onto it easily, partially because it was new to her.

Her jaw dropped. There is no way.

The Archon star before her was half as strong as the one shed made most recently, despite taking a quarter of the time.

She looked up to see Rane sending thin streams of his power out, between his hands. He obviously couldnt control the power, once it was out, but he seemed to be doing something to cause the magic to twist and curl around itself, between his hands, after he released it.

Rane?

Something in her voice must have come across strangely, because he was up and standing over her with surprising speed, the power hed been working with harmlessly distributed into the air. I guess he was using little enough to not be easily detectable. Mistress Tala?

Tala cleared her throat. Rightdecorum, and focus. Master Rane. How quickly should a Mages flow-rate increase?

He seemed to relax, moving a bit away and settling back down, sitting and facing her. You got a boost, eh?

She nodded. Much more than I really should have. My power accumulation seems nearly double the last time I tested in this way.

Well, you have been practicing more dynamically. That can help. He held up a hand to forestall her. That said: Life or death battles push Mages farther than anything elseassuming they survive. Im guessing there were a few times that you had to utilize your magic-flow to stay alive?

She nodded. To use my weapon, yes. Every bit of increased flow through my gate allowed me to use it longer without exhaustion.

He nodded in turn. That kind of thing changes you at a deep level. He quirked a smile. Thats why Master Grediv had me in almost constant battle for most of my training.

Soyour gate is a city gate beside most Mages' trap doors?

He laughed. Not quite. After a moments hesitation, though, he nodded. If you exclude Archons? I suppose thats accurate enough. I can refill my reserves from empty intwo minutes? He seemed to consider. Yeah, that seems about right.

That doesnt tell me much

Oh! Well, my current power density is gold, by the inscribers scale, and Im quite a bit bigger than you. So

She laughed in turn. I hadnt actually considered body size.

Id guess you were tested for density, given your type of inscriptions. Assuming I understand them. Its pretty irritating not being able to see them working.

Yeah. Mistress Holly tested my density.

After an expectant moment, Rane prodded. And?

Off the scale. She said it was in Archon ranges.

Ranes eyes widened. That shouldnt be possible.

Tala shrugged. Its nothing more than a deeper lake, right?

Yes, Tala, it is. The human body shouldnt be able to handle that level of power. Theres a cap. How are you still alive?

She found herself smiling. You know, now that I think about it, the inscriber asked a similar question.

Sowhat? Does it take you ages to refill from empty?

She shrugged. Something like that. I think around three or four hours, last time I was foolish enough to let it happen. When I made the star before this one

Rane seemed shell shocked, and he took a moment or gather himself. Tala Then, he caught himself. Mistress Tala.

Hmmm?

An untrained child should be able to refill my reserves in less than an hour, if such a thing were possible.

So?

You are hardly untrained.

Again, I ask: So?

You have a terrifying amount of power within you, if what you say is even half-way correct. Im even accounting for the fact that most of your inflow is likely being siphoned away by your bodys currently-active inscriptions.

She shrugged. Hasnt done me too much good.

He cocked an eyebrow. Have your spells ever failed?

No. Why does that

Whether a spell grabs hold can be a function of the amount of power behind the working. Thats why Mages use secondary effects to attack anything of unknown power, or of a tier higher than they are.

She thought back to the midnight fox. Trent, Atrexia, and Renix threw attacks, but hadnt tried to affect the beast directly. She had. She had locked onto the beast, if poorly, and had directly affected it. Huh

Youre remembering something.

I think I know what you mean. I altered a fundamental property of a red-auraed creature. She shook her head. A Bound entity, though that ranking still seems odd

Thatsthats impressive, Mistress Tala.

She let out a long breath. So, it would seem. She frowned. It didnt seem like it took more power than usual.

Rane shook his head. It wouldnt, unless it was actively defended against the particular magics you used. Its more about the weight of power behind the working. He grunted irritably. Im not explaining it well.

She shrugged. So, my power density is high. I knew that. My flow rate is growing quickly, and does so even more quickly when Im fighting for my life?

Thats the gist of it. After a moments hesitation, he added, Expect your gate to shrink, again, in the coming days. You will still have an increase, when its all said and done, but not this great. He smiled. Its only been, what? Eighteen hours or so?

Yeah. Hmmm I might need to be attacked more often Tala smiled and winked at Rane. I need to competently defend myself more often, is more like it.

Rane opened his mouth to answer, frowning, but at that moment, a call came from beside the wagon. Mistress Tala?

Guardsman Ashin?

Ashin climbed up the ladder, a wide grin on his face. You are alive! I knew wed slowed, but I couldnt get a straight answer, while I was on duty. He pointed a thumb over his shoulder. I just got off and thought Id come check.

She smiled. Yep. Still in one piece.

Sowhat happened?

Short version? An evil, black, flying chicken snatched me up in the middle of the night-

Rane muttered under his breath. Nightwing Raven.

She ignored him. Brought me back to some other evil chickens.

More nightwings.

I killed them and came back. She hesitated. Some electric chickens ambushed me when I was almost back. Killed them too.

Ashin, it seemed, had heard Rane, because he glanced to the large Mage, waiting for an explanation.

Lightning terror birds, I think. Mistress Tala, are all birds chickens to you?

She shrugged. Not Terrywell, I did think of him that way at firstso, only those I dont like or dont know?

Ashin was smiling, still. Well, Im glad youre alive. It sounds like you arent really up for sparring today, though. I cant blame you. That seemed to trigger a memory. Oh! Adam asked me to give this to you. He searched for a moment, then pulled out a folded piece of paper, holding it out to her.

Tala took it, unfolding it to reveal a map of a portion of Bandfast. A red arrow had been drawn, pointing at the Guardsmens main compound, and Please arrive as soon after dawn as your duties allow. was written across the bottom.

Tala looked up, eyebrow cocked, and Ashin explained. Weve several training grounds throughout the city, and he wanted to be sure the two of you would show up to the right one. He gestured to include Rane. Then, he returned his attention to her. He said hes glad youre alive, by the way.

She grunted. Well, thank you, I suppose?

Ashin smiled, turning to go. Ive got to gather my gear, and it seems that Ive time to win back some pay tokens, before we arrive in Bandfast. I suppose Ill see you, tomorrow, if not before.

Seems so. Take care, Ashin.

And you as well, Mistress.

He had just departed, and Tala had just picked her book back up, not up for another Archon star, when she heard another voice. Shes alive!?!

Tala glanced at Rane, who shrugged. Mageling Renix was acting as forward scout.

Renix practically flew up the ladder, stopping at the top to stare.

Hello, Renix. She smiled.

Mistress Tala He froze there for a long moment.

Can I help you? She hadnt closed the book.

Youre alive.

Regrettably, no. Im simply the result of a collective hallucination. Brand really should learn not to add strange mushrooms to his meals.

Tala saw Rane shift and glanced his way. She grinned when she saw his face.

Renix was frowning.

She stood, stowing the notebook and walking over to give Renix a platonic hug. Yes, Renix. Im alive.

He returned the hug, the frown never leaving his face. You know, we looked for you, as long as they would let us. He glared at Rane.

Rane held up his hands. We had a time-limit. Id planned on coming back out to search, once the caravan arrived, but He shrugged. I didnt give you good odds.

Tala looked back and forth. Did you two have a fight?

Den snorted a quiet laugh from the drivers seat but didnt turn around.

Rane grunted. No. I gave an instruction, and he threw a tantrum.

Renix reddened. Excuse me?! She saw power building within the younger man, seemingly subconsciously.

Tala held up her hands. Woah, there, Renix. She waved her hands, drawing Renixs eyes back to her. Renix, thank you for your concern. Master Rane is in charge of getting the caravan safely to Bandfast. He had to prioritize that.

And if youd been dying nearby? Just beyond our last, quick sweep?

She hesitated, then sighed. Then, Id be dead. But that isnt a justification, either way. The person youre searching for could always be just one rise over, or they could be fine, already heading to meet up with you further down the trail. She gestured to herself. Like I was.

She then glanced to Rane. As for you. You dont need to be so condescending.

Rane opened his mouth to object, but hesitated, shrugged, and turned his attention back to his book with a nod. Fair enough. He did not apologize.

Renix glared at the top of Ranes head for a long moment before turning his attention back to Tala. Well Im glad youre ok.

Me too. She smiled. Truly, thank you for the concern.

Renix smiled at that, then shrugged and glanced away. We have to take care of our own, right? Humanity needs all of us. He glanced at Rane and sighed. I do need to get back to my position. Im to sweep the left side of the caravan, until we reach Bandfast.

Good luck.

He waved, and climbed back down, out of sight.

There. Now, hopefully everyone knows Im back.