ULTRAMagic Prelude

Chapter 18

Tusk groaned as he drummed his fingers on his desk, unsure what to say next. "...The issue here is that I'm borderline clueless when it comes to aberrant magic, Blood. Out of all the people I've met in the Unending Forest, my dad is the only one with a confirmed aberrant ability. I mean I suppose I should've gotten off my roots and asked around a bit..."

"Okay, let's start at square one then: What's aberrant magic?"

Tusk began writing and drawing a diagram on the chalkboard. "From what I understand, there are 7 types of magic with a rumored 8th type. It all starts with the two we know, alchemy and necromancy. Next comes soul and aura, both drawing from alchemy... Side note, soul is just quick and dirty alchemy, hehe." Blood-Wraith gave him an slightly incredulous look. "Okay, it's not actually that bad, but still. The last two are void and weave, both drawing upon necromancy. These two are fairly uncommon. Finally we have aberrant magic. Some say it's unofficial, I'd argue that's a case-by-case kind of situation. Aberrant is any form of magic that doesn't traditionally fit into the other categories."

"What about the 8th type?"

"We don't talk about it. No one really knows what it is at the moment, so there's nothing to discuss outside of speculation. I have a few theories, but they're neither here nor there."

Blood-Wraith noted this, feeling it would be important in the future. "Alright then... So basically I have magic unique to me then?"

Tusk nodded. "Yup."

"Intriguing..." Blood-Wraith thought about it for a second, looking out the window to the Singing Storm Tower. "My alternate forms seem to correlate with the fragments I collect..." He turned back to his teacher. "Do you think it's just something I can do? And if so, how?"

"Hmm... My gut feeling says yes. As for how? Well you are a physically manifested soul, which means you're not bound by biological limitations. The vast majority of higher dimensional entities change their form all the time, so it makes sense that you would have your own take on that."

Blood-Wraith looked at himself. "I see... You know what, Tusk? You may doubt yourself, but I think you're doing a great job as a teacher."

"Hehe, thanks. I still need to improve though. Oh! I just remembered something I wanted to bring up: "Have you noticed that your sister has been doing more than just alchemy?"

"Necromancy?"

"Well yes, but also soul and aura..."

That caught Blood-Wraith's attention. "What do you mean, Tusk?"

"She's showing some very familiar traits to you and me..."

"You think my sister has ULTRAMagic?"

"YES. Is it alright if we go see her so I can take a look at her soul?" Tusk asked.

Blood-Wraith got up and tucked his chair in. "Sure. Now you've got me curious."

Dragoslava was in the backyard of her family's mansion. It was incredibly big, but also severely overgrown. Some of the trees that darted the land had also died. There was a desperate need for some renovation. Not looking forward to the work, she bounced her goo ball off the mansion wall repeatedly. The idea of using her metal body to cut the grass was an idea, but she was not sure how it would be done and it sounded incredibly inefficient. Plus her metal form tired her out quickly when performing strenuous activity.

"Hey, sister!"

"Blood... you wouldn't happen to have a bovid form that's starving to death, would you?"

He looked at the tall grass. "Nope. Also I think that that much grass would give me a stomachache."

"Rats. So what's up?"