I focus my mind on the water beneath my feet. A single, tiny blob.
One very tiny, little and fine blob of water. Lift it up. Plate it on cushions of air repeatedly.
And, for the first time in my life, I have witnessed something incredulous.
They say that if a male virgin makes it to 30 years old, they would be able to become a wizard.
Yes, the kind of wizard that is able to manipulate magic and matter around him. Except not really, because they're actually called v.vizards.
A true state of purity of mind and body, linking us closer and closer to God.
The one who had forsaken Lucifer for his treachery, and held omnipotence. I'm about to become closer and closer to him.
... That's not important. I have to focus. Focus. Focus, only on the one blob of water.
... Ara? That's a really tiny drop... I guess I'll have to make do with that until I get better.
The drop of water continues to float.
I wanted it a little higher, but this is rather tiring. I didn't think raising the altitude of one little drop of water could be this exhausting.
*** ***
Truth be told, when I first saw the video of my own Dad, manipulating the forces of nature, I was absolutely astounded.
Dad looked so cool in the video. He screamed a lot of awesome stuff that made him look like a superhero.
I would bug him to recite these lines repeatedly, because he just sounded handsome.
I'm not sure how one sounds handsome nor hears handsome, when it's a property that's supposed to be seen.
But Dad said it was possible. If a v.vizard says it's possible, I believe him.
I remember yanking his chest and stomach hair until he promised to.
He would often recite my favourite catchphrase of his, "My name is Akcrain! You, whose body born from the wastes of this Earth, come forth!" the very same line he'd scream out before he summoned a golem made out of scrap.
He'd say it's embarrassing, but I find it really cool how he could even make a friend out of rubbish. Words couldn't describe how awesome my father was. In my eyes, at least.
Mom doesn't seem all excited about it, but that's quite expected. For as long as I existed, she never saw that side of Dad ever again.
That chivalrous, suave v.vizard that saved her from impending doom.
*** ***
The drop of water barely made it above my eyebrow.
That was enough, though. It had gained enough altitude to deal some real impact.
Just as I have once seen my father perform this move in his videos, I let the water fall while retaining a bit of that water in the space it fell through.
The water's natural falling to its eventual stop in midair formed a beautiful column of water, almost like a toothpick. It was an amazing feeling, shaping it without moving.
What did it feel like? Uhm... Like those poles you see in a bus, without the alight button. It was smooth, fine, and even.
It also felt like clipping a very tiny pea at the end of a pair of chopsticks.
I guess, since I have actually felt the structure before, shaping it like that was actually rather easy. The 'integration' part's a bit tricky, though.
The very tiny column of water seemed really fine at first, but now it's distorting. The water gathered at spots I focused too much on, and because the balance wasn't there, the spear repeatedly shrank and grew.
It's so hard to focus, but it should be good enough. It's my first time manipulating magic, after all!
I remember how Dad, in his videos before he married Mom, screamed "Ice Pelter!" and would form a lot of fine, tiny spears behind him, they would all tilt, and then pierce people. He would often inflict a lot of superficial wounds on the enemy, and pin them down at the same time.
Creating the image in mind, I attempt to mimic his very actions.
The entire inconsistent column froze over, and made a really distorted stick. It's not even sharp...
... But, uhm... How exactly do I tilt the spear to face forward?
Do I manipulate the air around the spear to rotate, causing an involuntary cause and effect? Or do I shift the positions of the frozen dribblets slowly until they all turn to face out? Dad froze the spears before tilting, but how did he do it?
I spun the air around the ice stick, only to turn it from a toothpick that's supposed to pierce, into a constantly rotating stick that has a high probability of not inflicting any severe damage at all... Is that supposed to be a windmill or something, I wonder?
It probably couldn't be. I didn't let my focus go, not even for an instant. It couldn't have possibly deformed and made a windmill blade. It's probably just the beautiful moonlight reflecting afterimages into my brain. Gotta focus... Fo... cus...
... Ahh, man, this idea's crap. That's not how you rotate the spear!
Feeling a bit tired and disappointed from the previously failed experiment, I tried rotating all the little 'parts', only to have the stick break into many tiny shards.
"... Oh my lord... I give, I give."
I finally loosened my concentration, only to have all the ice shards and pieces collapse onto the floor.
*** ***
Magic is actually a lot harder than it appeared in those magical girl animations I've seen on television and those online websites.
I can't believe they portrayed magic as something so intrinsic, to simply utter a few magic words and have the equipment like a magical cape, or lamp, or wand do all the job. Seriously? That's taking the world of magic a bit too lightly... Maybe I shouldn't believe everything I see or hear from others so easily.
... Well, regardless, this is my first day manipulating magic.
It's really exciting. I'm not sure how other magic prodigies would do on their first day, but I've done quite a lot on my first day, if I may say so myself.
Of course, I still haven't got the basics down. There's supposedly a manual you can buy online that will teach you some of the basics.
Or, I could just levitate that one v.vizard diary of my dad put out of reach by humane means towards me. Or, maybe study an extensive magic guide.
Whatever it is, I have a long way to go. Merely becoming a v.vizard at my 30th birthday is no good if I cannot reinforce my chastity.
That means no killing, NO SEX, no thievery, no drugs, NO SEX, cigars, liquors and ABSOLUTELY NO SEX, and no betraying myself nor others by lying with ill intent.As said by my Dad, "A wizard who does not keep himself pure is bound to lose his powers and connection to God."
... Somehow or rather, I felt, just for an instant, that maybe this was all a really bad idea to meddle into the v.vizard world to begin with.
Oh well, whatever! I'll deal with it when the time comes.
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