The Birth of Fantasy

Chapter 15

"What are you? What is a Fae, and why did I acquire Fae Touched? What do you mean, young Druid?"

"I am of the Fae. Most refer to us as the children of the forests or Fairies. As to Beema, she is to become a Druid when she reaches adulthood. We thought it best to help and guide her as much as we can before that allotted time."

"We had legends of Fairies from where I came from. You called me an Outworlder before. How did you know?"

"The Fae are the first. We are ushered in before life blossoms anew and stay till its tragic end. We work behind the veil to guide or to destroy. We have worked with what you call 'The System' since the beginning of our creation. I can see you are not from here. Your race shouldn't be here yet. Are there others of your kind here as well?. Any of the new races should have been transferred to Galendra. How is it you're here, Zeallendric?"

"You can see my information, can't you?"

"I can."

"No use hiding it, but Beema, you can't tell anyone else but your friends here, ok?"

She nodded and kept speaking to the now gaggle of floating flowers around her. I hadn't realized how many there had been. I began to tell my tale of the anomaly and how a swarm of asteroids hit my ship, and the sphere asked me to transfer. When I began telling her about my island, she cut me off with a slice of her hand through the air.

"Do not tell anyone of your spawn. Even the Fae can not tell where it is. That is something you must guard with your life, as it is your life itself, Zeallandric."

"I see. Thank you for not misusing my trust. That means a great deal. Could you explain what Beema said about picture heat instead of mana?"

"I can see the construct you are trying to create in your mind. You are picturing balls of Mana when you have no concept of Mana, to begin with. I believe it would be best if you pictured the element itself. Fire being heat, the coldness of the ice, and the leaves rustling in the wind."

"I understand. Let me try again. Please give me a moment."

The fairy flower flew up and sat on my head, causing Beema to giggle again. I closed my eyes, and this time I imagined the heat of the blue flame being pushed out of the Nav's thrusters. I forced those into a compressed ball and repeated that twice more. I began to rotate the outside two balls around the center, and I felt the mental click as if everything was correct. I held it there for a few moments and let it dissolve.

"What was that?!" All of the Fae shouted in unison. I opened my eyes to the entire lot of them all hovering in front of me.

"A Tier 1 Fireball, I believe."

The white and pink fairy flew in front of my face and smacked my nose. "No, you fool, you just constructed a Tier 3 fireball with a Tier 1's construct pattern. What did you do?! How is that possible? The fire was blue as Beema's eyes inside your mind."

"Blue flames are an indication of a much hotter fire, easily five times the heat of the orange flame inside a campfire. I just imagined the flames my ship from back home used to propel itself forward."

"Do you have the mana to cast that construct? I would very much like to see a blue fireball, as I've never seen the like in the eons I've been around," asked a dark green and yellow Fairy.

"I don't know. I can try. I'll shoot it up into the air." I began to build the construct again with the same blazing blue flames before. When it 'clicked,' i raised my hand and mentally pushed the construct out of the palm of my hand. I looked up to see a small blue ball of seething fire shoot up into the sky hundreds of meters above before a thunderous explosion assaulted us a few seconds later when the sound of the explosion reached us. Then I fell to my knees as if a large amount of my energy left me.