MU: World at War

-Chapter 3-

The Necromancer welcomes Yun into his tower as he tells him to settle down.

"Hello," Yun said, "So, do you have any answers to anything that I may or may not have been given?"

The Necromancer looks back, "I don't have answers, per say. I have more of a helping hand."

"Well, what do you mean?" Yun asked.

The Necromancer holds out his hand and a tiny ball appeared. A ball of the same energy Yun puts out, Aura.

"This," the Necromancer said, "This is Aura. A rare type of Mana that only few possess, like myself, and even then, Mana is a rare thing to have.

"As you know, Mana is not given to us. It is within our life force that allows us to have it, and with enough coordination," the Necromancer paused and shaped the Aura Ball into a cup and poured some tea in it, "We can do as we wish with it's limitations."

Yun marveled at the level of skill that the Necromancer had, "So, uh.. Mr.. umm.. what should I call you?"

"Azrael," he answered, "Call me Azrael."

Yun asked, "So what should I do? Anything about the being that gave me Aura magic, or what I need to do to train up my Mana? I've only used staffs which is the only a way to cast spells if you don't possess Mana."

Azrael waited for Yun to stop asking questions before he answered.

"Okay," he started, "One thing you need to know about the being is that, nobody had ever heard of one like your description. The power to give Mana is unheard of. Nobody knows if that's possible or not, but it seems it is.

"Second, we have never seen or knew about a beings in your visual depiction. We have never heard of extraterrestrials, and we haven't fathomed they were real."

Yun nodded.

"And about Aura, how about I show you," Azrael said.

He stood up from his chair and motioned for Yun to follow him. He walked out the back door and went into the fields.

He raised his hand up and summoned five Aura balls.

"This is the Aura that you know of," Azrael said, "This is the physical shape of Aura. You can alter its form with enough practice."

He formed swords, shields, axes, lances, and many more shapes from the Aura balls.

"As you can see," he continued, "It's shape changed. Not many types of Mana can have form manipulation."

Yun marveled at his power.

"You can also hit things with it," Azrael said, "But for amateurs, this is hard to achieve."

He demonstrated by bringing one of the Aura balls, transformed it into a sword, and put his hand right on the blade, but it didn't cut him. He then took the hilt of the sword and held it up. It glowed for a bit and then he went to the tall grass behind him, and sliced them in half.

"And there you have it," he said, "Aura is not only the most rare, but arguably the strongest form of Mana to exist."

"But how to I learn the technique?" Yun asked, "I don't know anyone who is willing to train me."

Azrael opened his mouth, and then closed it. He thought for a second, and then said, "You do know someone willing to do so, you know?"

"Who is it?" Yun asked.

"Me," Azrael replied, "I'd be willing to train you. You're a promising kid, Yun."

Yun laughed, "I'm not that promising, alright?"

Azrael looked deep into his eyes and said, "You were given the power of Aura Mana, the strongest form of Mana known to mankind. There is nothing more promising than that, alright? Do you understand me?"

Yun nodded, determination filling his eyes, "Maybe I can do this."

"You can, and you will," the Necromancer replied, "Now, we shall start your training tomorrow. Be here at daybreak, when the sun rises, we shall begin."

Yun nodded, picked up his staff and went off into the distance, into the sunset.

'Could he really be the one?' Azrael thought, 'Could he be the one to end this war and save us? We shall see soon.'