Tbate-The Reincarnates

Inherit a legacy, the end of a cycle, goodbye master Vitch

"Looks like our training is over." Vitch pointed out as he looked with an admiring face at the Realmheart active in my body.

The runes that ran down Vitch's arm were much more vivid and bright compared to the dull glow my own emitted, now that I had something to compare it to the runes that made up his Realmheart seemed to almost pulse, as if they had a mind of their own.

"Wait, you're not going to teach me how to manipulate the ether."

"No, Lancelot, the ether is a matter of perspective and knowledge. It is not something that can simply be taught, I have done all I can to help you, now you are closer to the mountaintop than magic. "

"Vitch, you expect me to pull knowledge, about aether, a long-forgotten magical art from the air, manifesting it as if it were magic." I frowned at her.

"Exactly," she said, giving me a single curt nod. "You always thought that life had an unchanging natural course, you would learn to crawl, walk and then run, right? But to wield the ether, you must forget that there are rules for things. Restrict yourself to a system that already exists around you only slows you down. Don't try to walk or run. Ignore gravity and just fly." The ether particles were drawn to her palm and they converged and formed a purple blade of pure ether in Victh's hand as she spoke these words.

I tried to do the same as her, but the ether particles refused to answer my call.

Vitch laughed at my failed attempt, "You can't form a true aether weapon because you treat ether the same way you treat mana. You feel a constant and growing need to be in control, Lancelot Winey. From your body, of your magic, of your life. With mana, that desire, along with the depth of your trust, has allowed you to progress at remarkable speed. But with ether, it only results in a barrier between you and what you want. You will have to open your mind to new ideas. You are restricting yourself by trying to see the ether from the perspective of mana, equating one with the other. Only after you understand the ether by itself can you manipulate it to its fullest."

Resisting the urge to argue about my apparent need for control, I just said, 'Can you explain further? If I'm not supposed to control the ether, then what?"

"Do you understand how your heart or your lungs work?" she asked immediately, pressing her hand to her chest.

"Yes," I said slowly, not sure where she was going with this.

"Do you control your lungs?" she asked. "Do you force each breath, taking in just the right amount of oxygen into your body? Do you stop breathing if you don't focus?"

"No, of course not. But I can control my breathing..."

She snapped her fingers and pointed at me. "Yes you can. But if you focus on every breath you take over the course of a day, a week, a year, would that somehow make you better at breathing?"

"No, although practicing breath control will help..."

She reached out and slapped the side of my head. "Don't be smart. Stay focused."

"Fine," I said, rubbing my temple. "So if I can't control it, what do I do?"

She smiled as she stood up, gesturing for me to do the same. "Ether is not mana any more than water is a race horse. One can be controlled, the other must be guided. There must be trust. A bond must be formed. But ether is not a race horse either. It must not be broken. Also, your ether is not my ether. Through very careful application of spell runes and decades of practice, I have slowly learned to guide the ether to be of use to me, absorbing and directing it, and you'll have to learn to do that."

I was contemplative for a moment, then Vitch gave another wave of his hand snapping me out of this stupor, everything around us blurred and disappeared now we were on the beach, the white sand was under our feet in front of us was the endless sea of ​​ether.

Fluger glowed gold and reverted to his normal form.

I let my gaze wander absently around me and for the first time I saw Opheans Castle.

He was a huge castle made of stone and steel floating in an endless sky, his size was unbelievable, it was impossible to even guess his size.

"A varied group of artisans took a month to survey the place, the diameter of the floor of its base if I remember correctly and about 100 kilometers, inside it has about 1,000 floors. inside him."

All I did was hiss in amazement, but a doubt didn't go out of my head as the people of Dicathen had never seen Opheans castle, as if he could read my mind Vitch spoke: "That castle is not in Dicathen, Alacrya or Epheotus , but in the reliquitombs, a place that the djinn created."

Feeling changes in the atmospheric ether I looked at Vitch her hand was glowing purple, as soon as the glow disappeared I spotted a small device in her hand, she threw it to me and I will follow.

It was a very simple device to tell you the truth it only had a button on both sides, however the colors of the buttons were different one had a purple color and the other a bright crimson red color.

"If you press the red button you will leave here, and if you press the purple button you will return here more precisely to the first floor of the castle..."

"It's time isn't it?" I asked, as our training progressed Vitch's form became more and more graceful, so now it was time for our farewell.

"Yes... it was for a short time but it was nice to meet you, Lancelot." Vitch said as he looked at me, his eyes had a gentle glow.

"I say the same, Vit...master." I bowed at a ninety degree angle, I really respected Vitch from the bottom of my being as she taught me many things that no book could.

So the title of master fit her perfectly.

As soon as I lifted my body I saw Vitch giving me a gentle smile, she went to Fluger and stroked her huge muzzle.

The huge wyvern was clearly sad, I swear I saw tears form in his red eyes.

"Don't look at me like that Fluger, I have to leave." Vitch took her hands off Fluger and started to walk away from us, her body starting to turn to dust and disappear.

"Lancelot, Fluger, until we meet again have a good life." After those words, Vitch's body was completely torn apart and the fragments of her body began to rise to the skies.

Vitch's death closed a cycle in my life, but before I moved on to a new stage, I had a place to return to, a place I'd learned to love.

'It's time to go home.'