Lilia's Tale

Chapter 35: Findings

A week passed by with nothing out of the ordinary happening. By Wednesday, I was able to use Light Magic normally and consistently, to the point Father allowed me to use my magic to heal him when he accidentally scratched himself.

"Since you're capable of using Light Magic normally, we should move onto the next part of it: learning the size change spell," Father said once we arrived to the laboratory.

"The one part that is dangerous, basically."

"Yes. We will try it with a piece of wood I found in the forest. As usual, I'm sure you know how to try to learn a new spell."

"Imagine its effects on what you're trying to do, yes," I replied as I closed my eyes, raised my hands and imagined the wood shrink.

I could feel magicules coming out of me, but I didn't know if I managed what I wanted to do. I opened my eyes and saw that the large branch didn't change size. It saddened me a little, but I quickly understood I shouldn't expect to learn new spells right away. Instead, I tried again.

I kept trying, but the item would simply not change size. I assumed I was doing something wrong, so I tried to think of ways to know whether or not my assumption was true. I then remembered I could actually see magicules, and decided to try with that.

I tried to use the size change spell again, but while looking directly at the magicules. As I expected, I could see a pale yellow stream going from where my hands would be to the log, which showed in a very dimmed white light. However, my magicules would simply dissipate at the object, rather than go into it or even around it.

I now had confirmation I was doing something wrong, but I didn't know what. As I tried to think of possible reasons, I used my matter manipulation magic to fiddle around with the log. However, I noticed that the wood was now shown in a dirt brown light, and enveloped in a golden aura. I thought that maybe the color had something to do with things being wrong, although it seemed false.

I placed the branch back where it was, then tried to imagine brown magicules coming out of where my hands were rather than try to use Light magic. To my surprise, it worked, as an amalgam of brown magicules gathered in front of me. It kept growing as I kept the stream going, so I decided to stop it and move the amalgam towards the wood.

When the magicules arrived at the branch, it moved. I wasn't sure what was happening, so I opened my eyes and saw a large chunk of dirt exactly where my magicules were. I dismissed them, and the dirt disappeared.

"What the-," I mumbled, dumbfounded.

I did the same thing again, as similar brown magicules amalgamated into the air. However, I opened my eyes rather than move them, and saw a ball of dirt in the air growing slowly. Similarly, it all disappeared when I dismissed the spell. I thought back to it, and felt like there could indeed be a connection between the color of the magicules and how they work.

I remembered summons always being shown in pink, and every object and person being shown in white. I wanted to try again, so I summoned a goblin and checked its magicules; pink indeed.

Could there indeed be different types of magicules, and I could see them in different colors? That would indeed explain why there are different magics and why they do different things. It would also explain how the same spell can be a different type of magic depending on what it's used on.

It felt possible. And if it indeed was, I could prove it, at least to myself.

I tried to use the same spell on the wood, but this time I tried to make it into an Earth magic spell. I could see the stream of magicules going from my hand, but they bounced on the branch similarly to when I used Light magic. I tried again with Summoning magic and the same happened. However, when I tried with Alchemic magic, the magicules were golden, and incorporated themselves into the wood, making it go from a white to a golden color.