Rey De-Heavens (English)

9.4

Time went on and on. Clara, intrigued, entered the place taking small steps to find a whole deformed and disassembled body in pieces.

"Ha-ha, that's so funny! Stop using 'Aura' and show yourself."

The horrifying scene disappeared and there appeared, on the other side, a small boy who could hardly be seen because he was holding a huge open book bigger than himself.

The book was black, made up of black pages and red letters. Clara put her hands to her mouth and ran to see what her disciple was carrying and reading. She stretched out her hands like a curious child. Rey didn't think twice and gave what he was carrying to his teacher.

"But how?" asked Clara unable to believe her eyes.

"The answer is on the first page that appears. You must create a flower like this in order to successfully complete the process. If you want, I'll show you."

Clara, as one who could not ask for such a great favor:

"I won't be able to invoke this book, even if I want to. My energy is only enough to materialize something with twelve pages and a cover. It's a specific curse I received for not being able to complete my initiation process correctly. Although it wouldn't hurt if I could copy a few clamors and add them to my book."

"Feel free to do so" he said as if it was the least he could do to say thank you for the teachings that were given to him.

Clara, returning to normal, said:

"So what's the reason it's taken you so long to get out,"

"I'm trying to understand why every time I try to "cry out", I get hurt and the movement in question doesn't fully develop. Maybe I'm cursed."

"Let me watch you do it and tell you my opinion," Clara said, sympathetic, to show the attention worthy of a faithful spectator, about to hand the big book back to the little guy, but stopped short when she saw him raise his arm in the air and get serious."

Rey, with his hand outstretched, threw a projectile of water, which exploded and knocked his hand back. Clenching his fist, he looked back in the direction of his instructor, and she was not acting normal. Clara, on the verge of fainting, lost the balance of her feet.

"You have to be at least "specialist" level to be able to cast silent spells," she said with a bitter smile. "I don't believe my eyes, it has to be a dream. Even after all this time, I'm still only an intermediate grade Wicca in the art of spellcasting; for that reason I can't use it in combat. I take too long."

Rey, sharing his thoughts, preceded to speak:

"From what I could see, my other master is advanced level. He can recreate and modify the patterns in the book with a special ink, and he uses those loose leaves to cry out as he fights. But I don't have any of that at my fingertips, so I tried my hand at a basic spell, and since it didn't end up possessing or 'wetting' me, I found out I can do it."

Clara, like someone trying to explain something to someone who knew more about it, said:

"Rey, regardless of what level you are at, you will always have to control and adjust the amount of magical energy you offer as an exchange. Even if you are someone extraordinary, if you call out too quickly something you have not practiced, it is normal for that kind of reaction to happen to you. In conclusion, you can't control your power because you lack practice." After pausing. "Do the same thing you did. Raise your arm, but first take a moment. Take a deep breath and feel the energy." Rey proceeded to follow the instructions. "Now imagine and judge for yourself the amount of energy you need to be able to perform the clamado. Regulate the distance, think of the strength, the speed, the solidity. After loading these three factors, finish the spell...."