Glass magic, the weakest of magic, the most fragile, the least effective. Those with it always end up with aide or aid class and a relief type. They were the ones to deal with the aftermath of war, helping those that had already severed their kingdo...
Look at that... A short chapter. Guess that means more are coming doesn't it?
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"Stop hovering, I'm almost done," I rolled my eyes the four waiting impatiently while I dropped the feather into it. A puff of glowing blue smoke bursting up while it quickly swallowed it whole. Mixing it gingerly I poured them into their vials before raising the three that were quickly snatched.
"Don't break those, I'm serious, you don't want to know what it does all you need to know is if you're about to die, chuck it at whatever's trying to kill you," I warned as they scampered away sluggishly. Maybe I should have just given them to them in the morning.
"And why are you giving students a potion still in it's testing phase?" Edward asked while I corked the remaining ones, glancing at the sleeping cub before getting up.
"They made a deal, now, do you want to see what it does or do you want to scold me, a student, for giving another student a potion I made?" I asked with a raised brow, he was even more unamused than usual when he was tired. Kinda made it worth it.
Placing them in the rack I handed it to him and grabbed the one the didn't fit. He actually grumbled on our way to the magic grounds. I was completely unbothered, used to the little sleep I had gotten and having already drank three black sludges. The sun wasn't up but I wasn't waiting for him to wake up. It took a month to get this right.
He could suffer a little lack of sleep.
"Now, this was a pain and the materials were limited so don't go expecting many more of these but you should need many more," I hummed smirking at him while he rubbed his face, uncollected. It was great seeing that he was a normal human being with actual weaknesses. "I'll be the testing dummy so throw this at me," Handing him the one in my hand I watched his eyes light up as if deeming this was worth it.
"What's it do?" He asked while I counted my steps away from him.
"Why don't you find out?" I hummed raising an antagonizing brow at him while he didn't bother to hesitate throwing it at me. It slammed into my face, shattering while I cursed, not thinking he'd go right for the head but I guess tired meant more impulsive.
The dark blue potion ran down my forehead, thickening and darkening as it let out a mist. Very abruptly, hands shot out of the ground, grabbing and dragging me into the darkness they made. Felt pleasant and everything. Shattering the small white vial in my hand a blinding flash of light banished them while I grunted on the ground.
"What...?"
"Shhh... Give me a second," I moaned before sitting up, my head in my hand. "Alright, I figured out how to make a potion that pulls those caught up in it to the pit, I also, made one that cancels it but I'm keeping that," I sighed rubbing my eyes as I got up knowing that was going to bruise.
"The pit?" He asked with wide eyes as I nodded, beasts demons and monsters didn't join the star or fuel blazen, they returned to the pit when they died. A land unlike any other, not even holy beasts would dare to venture inside the pit as the myths said it was originally made to hold the first ones. Beings I couldn't find the true name of in any books, they were only ever referred to as the first ones.
All I knew about them was they could rival the gods and pull stars from the sky. They couldn't be killed so they were banished, chained to the pit to devour those lesser than them. They couldn't die but they could be chained.
"You heard me," I grunted rolling my shoulder as I held my neck. I was so bruising.
"You can make a gate to the pit...? And you just gave them to students?!" He roared turning to rush off while I just grabbed his shirt.
"Calm down, the ones I gave them are a little different, weaker actually, all they can do is hold who or what it's been thrown at, no one's going to the pit, or, well, no one you don't want to," I whistled looking at the rack he was holding, he looked at it too, paling immediately remembering.
"Do you want proper instructions or are you going to lock them away to never be used?"
"The potion you said you were keeping... I would like one if at all possible,"
