By Libra's Scales

GOD MANA

Xodiac Tanas had found it. The answer to his problem was sitting in front of him in the form of a mocha colored twelve year old girl. The mana around Solomon Modeus' daughter was heavy but glorious. The air around her shimmered as the gold mana clouded them. Xodiac wouldn't be as exuberant as this if this wasn't such a special occasion. If this girl had produced green, or red or white or even orange or any bland color of mana. But this little girl, the second child of that law abiding prick Solomon, had produced gold mana.

The color of the gods.

Normally, mages could produce a natural color, like the shit you'd see in a rainbow. That was called common mana. Though some people were able to wield more than one color, it was usually common.

Now, there were whispers of people who could wield other colored mana. Like bronze and copper. Xodiac remembered Solomon's other child, the spitting image of the Mending Force Commander, had wielded god mana as well. Though Xodiacs mind has been wiped of the incident to keep the Modeus' affinity for it a secret. Xodiac only remembered the fact the boy could wield god mana.

Is it possible the whole family has an affinity for god mana? Xodiac asked himself. If that's so, the whole family should be imprisoned by the Law of this crumbling Society!

God mana was not only a rarity, but a danger to the world. The most famous wielder of god mana was a scientist in the 19th century who tore through the fabric of space and time, causing the entire continent of Australia to disappear! Since then, the Mage society decided to monitor all people capable of wielding god mana.

But now, right in front of him, was something he needed. Someone capable of wielding the dangerous powers of the gods.

In a year, four days, eight hours and twelve minutes he would need someone capable of wielding it.

"Is this enough, Mr Tanas?" the girl asked. A bead of sweat streaked down her temple, her brown eyes glowing gold as she stared up at him.

"Not yet, sweetheart." Xodiac picked up his clipboard, taking note of the girl's change in eye color. "Can you tell me what the weather is going to be like on my... party next year?" he slid the pen back into the clipboard, then produced a kind smile.

The mana around them burned brightly for a second as the girl cast her clairvoyance spell. Normally it would have taken hours for a seasoned mage from that damned Mage Society. But she had glimpsed into the future in seconds.

I can't let those robed freaks get their hands on power like this!

"It's supposed to be rainy. And the ground is all muddy." her brow wasn't furrowed any more. Her gaze was fixed on the back of Xodiac's clipboard. She was still, eerily still, like a statue. For a moment, Xodiac thought the MF had found him and had frozen her. Then she spoke again. "Why are the people daddy works with fighting you?"

Her tone was flat, devoid of emotion. It was like something was speaking through this adolescent girl.

"The people your daddy works with? Do you mean the Meding Force?"

"i ... don't know. They keep trying to pause you, but that muscled guy and the girly boy with lights are winning."

She must've been talking about Airon and Leo, two of Xodiac's disciples. Airon was a malleable boy with combat magic. Inducting him into the cult was a piece of cake since he was a runaway and had a history of drug abuse. Leo on the other hand was a vane hieromancer with excellent spellcasting skills, if you could keep his ego inflated.

"Who else do you see, sweetheart." Xodiac took mental note. "Is there anybody else there?"

"Two twins. They keep getting in peoples heads and making them forget where they are. Then that pimply boy from nebraska. He keeps yelling at the twins to follow orders. His eyes are turning blue."

Cyan, actually. Xodiac corrected. About a week ago, a boy with precognition spells was assessed by Xodiac. But that pair of twins with mind magic hadn't been assessed by him yet. He took note of that as well.

"You're there too, Mr Tanas." she frowned. "But you're being mean to me. You keep saying-" the mana burned brighter as the child strained to keep her spell up.

""What am I saying to you?"

"You're yelling at me?" her tone was more of a whine than it was before. "You keep saying if i don't do it, you'll tell me daddy what i did. I don't think I like you when you're mad, Mr Tanas." her nose wrinkled. "And your breath stinks." she plugged her nose, as if it would stop her future self from experiencing his halitosis.

Xodiac didn't care about that, though, as insulted as he was. He was worried that the Solstice of All would fail. And if it did, he'd be thrown in prison. Or worse! If that asshole Solomon was there, he'd be thrown into exile. He shuddered at the thought, drifting through endless space for eternity.

"What am I saying to you?!" he was kneeling before her, his hand cupping her knees, shaking her.

She had reverted back to her trance, the mana surrounding them like a cocoon, pulsing and flashing as her clairvoyance honed in on Xodiacs words. The spell was getting weaker.

"Goddamit, what am I saying to you? What's happening on the solstice?!" he was shaking her now. Her head rocking violently, though she gave no sign that it bothered her. She just wore that dull gaze. "God damn it you little bitch, tell me. Tell me! Tell ME!! TELL MEEEE!!!"

Then all at once the mana around them depleted. The warm air vanished and the light from the mana spell followed. Just the girl's gold irises that stared down at the assessor. The blood in his veins turned to ice.

She cupped her hands to his temples, her golden irises not fading like it usually had after her clairvoyance spells. Her grin was mischievous; Xodiac felt like his life was in her hands.

Then she told him how the solstice would go, her voice booming like thunder: