Magus {Complete}

6

The days blended. Cinder thought it had been only weeks that he'd been with Kydyn and his small band. It turned out it had been several months. Jika had told him and he'd been startled by the notion. In a way it wasn't too surprising, though. Spending nearly every day heading out to the plains where Kydyn trained Cinder in the art of using his magic had made the days fly by. All that time spent with the warlock hadn't even given Cinder a glimpse into Kydyn's thoughts either. The warlock was still an asshole, with jabbing words and crueler actions.

Even so, Cinder had to admit that he was learning. And quickly. First to learn was that the fancy transportation spell could only be used in returning to the home that they lived in. Kydyn called it the anchor point. A point that they would return to when they needed to. Cinder asked why they didn't use it more often. Kydyn had called him a moron of course, but Jika was nice enough to answer. It was the complexity of the spell. Having to chant it for a good minute or two made it difficult to just use all the time. So they only resorted to it when they needed to be back at the house instantaneously. Usually for wounds and things like that. Cinder found his explanation far more reasonable than what Kydyn might have come up with. If anything at all.

Eventually, Cinder could conjure a barrier without the need of saying the word Kydyn had taught him to do it. He was getting faster at it too. Barriers to protect himself and others was supposed to be the main power that a magus was capable of. The white magic side anyway. Creating light was another part of his power, to wash away the darkness. Healing came next and Kydyn let Jika take over when that part of his training was up next. Finally, there was the reading of the stars and creating potions.

Cinder wasn't too skilled at alchemy, Jika was trying his best to train him though. That was slower in progress than anything else. Cinder found himself adapting to the rest of his innate power quickly, and he was fairly proud of himself. To add to it, relations with Jika and Lyn had improved, though he was still struggling with Kydyn. Jika had told him on several occasions that it was just how the warlock was, and not to take anything to heart. It was hard to do when Kydyn enjoyed taunting Cinder all the time, especially when they were out in the plains training.

"Come on, beauty whore. I said concentrate."

"Fuck off."

"Not unless you help me," Kydyn retorted slyly.

"Oh for crying out loud! I can't fucking concentrate when you're doing that shit!" Cinder rolled over onto his side and glared at Kydyn.

It was pitch black out in the fields and they were laying in the grass. The training that night was to get Cinder accustomed to star gazing and reading into the lay lines of energy that ran across the sky. Cinder still didn't quite understand what that meant, but Kydyn refused to explain it further. He said that Cinder would just have to figure it out on his own and that meant star gazing.

The dark blanket overhead was beautiful as it sparkled with a thousand gems. If Kydyn would just shut up, then Cinder could concentrate. But the warlock wasn't that easy to deal with and he certainly didn't think that being quiet was what Cinder needed. His reasoning was that if Cinder needed to star gaze for any reason at all, he had to be able to do it at any time, distractions running rampant or not. It was good reasoning, in a way. But it still pissed Cinder off.

"Don't even start," Kydyn growled, anger peeking over his playful tone.

Cinder had gotten used to that by then so it was easy to just continue glaring at the man who lay only about a foot away from his right side. "You're a fucking asshole. Shut up for once!"