(QMN1: It seemed pretty obvious which way the vote was going, so I started writing early.)
[X] Crafting and forging items of power, having a tool for every purpose.
You open your eyes from your meditations. A small sigh of disappointment escapes you at the perceived uselessness of the ritual you just remembered. You quickly stamp down on that feeling, though. While you may remember almost nothing of whatever past life you had, one maxim you were told comes to mind: The greatest of rituals are built from the smallest of symbols.
That thought firmly ensconced in your mind, you head down to your kitchen. You now know a total of two rituals. The first ritual increases the toughness of whatever it is applied to, causing it to resist any force that works to change it. You run through the components in your head: iron shavings for strength, salt for preservation, and absolutely pure water for resistance.
While iron and salt are fairly easy to acquire, pure water is practically impossible to find. Luckily, that's where your second ritual comes in. From your memories, you have the impression that pure water is used in a multitude of ways, so the ritual to purify water is useful, if boring.
Well, not that boring, you think as you smirk to yourself. You figure that it'll be a long time before you can call any magic you perform boring. Getting to work, you fill a small pot with tap water and haul it outside to your old charcoal kettle barbecue.
The barbecue brings back bittersweet memories. You don't think it has been used since your mother died. So many things have withered in your family since she died, your relationship with your father being one of the greatest casualties. You shake your head, and get back to work. There will be time to fix your relationship with your father later. For now, science! Or magic. Whatever.
The ritual to purify water is fairly simple. As one of the four classical elements, all you need to do is remove the taint of the other three elements from your water. First you sympathetically link the fire, earth, and air in the water to similar elements outside of the water. In order to do that, you must forge a connection through magic.
Unfortunately, the only source of magic currently in existence, as far as you know, is yourself. Grimacing slightly, you pull a kitchen knife out of your back pocket. Until you make some tools with their own inherent magic, your own blood will have to make do as the source of magic.
Pricking yourself as lightly as possible on your fingertip, you squeeze three drops of blood into the water. You then place one drop on the charcoal in the barbecue, one drop on a dirty nail, and smear the rest of the blood onto your lips.
The painful part done, you light the charcoal and let it heat up. Once the water starts to bubble, you start the ritual.
"Fire to fire," you chant softly. The charcoal flares up into flames, and you move the suddenly ice-cold pot of water off the barbecue to the ground. You grab the nail from the ground and begin to stir the water.
"Earth to earth," you say, and watch as the dirt that had fallen off the nail into the water suddenly clump together and stick to the nail. You pull it out and throw it aside.
"Air to air," you breathe out over the water, causing ripples to form. Once you have emptied your lungs, you breathe in sharply, and the ripples disappear.
You stare at the pot of water, and a smile wider than any you have smiled in years spreads across your face. Making magically and physically pure water may be the lamest super power ever, but it is just the first step towards ... well, something. You will have to decide what you want your goal to be.
Suddenly eager to experiment more with your magic, you hurry indoors with your pot of water. Time to make something tough! After a little deliberation, you grab a ratty old black sweatshirt out of your closet. You lay it out flat on the kitchen table, and set up the ritual. A small triangle of iron shavings, surrounded by a medium-sized inverted triangle of salt, with a large triangle of pure water surrounding the entire design, all laid out on the sweatshirt.
Taking the same knife as before, you reopen the cut on your finger and drop a single drop of blood in the center of the symbol. Your eyes widen as the materials seem to sink into the sweatshirt. What were once triangles of iron, salt, and water are now shimmering lines of black, white, and blue.
You pick up the sweatshirt, and see if you can feel anything different about it. As soon as you touch it, you feel an echo in the back of your mind. The magic that you used to enchant the sweatshirt resonates with you, most likely because your blood was the catalyst for enacting the ritual. Interesting, but not what you were looking for.
Suddenly feeling brave, you lay the sweatshirt out over your left hand and take your knife up in your right. First lightly poking your covered hand with the knife, you soon are driving the knife down upon your hand with all your strength. Rather than a knife, it feels as if you are hitting yourself with a whiffle bat.
When you realize how you must look, insanely stabbing yourself over and over again, you blush slightly and quickly set down the knife. Despite your embarrassment, you can't help but feel proud of your accomplishment. You, Taylor Hebert, Enchantress extraordinaire, are going to make a difference if it is the last thing you do.
A quick look at the clock brings you back down to earth. While you may eventually craft weapons to slay Endbringers or trinkets that grant powers as strong as Eidolon's, for now you need to clean up the kitchen in preparation for your Dad coming home.
Dad. While you hadn't wanted to tell him about your magic before you had tested it (just in case it turned out that you were insane from the locker), now you needed to decide what, and when you wanted to tell him. It has only been a couple days since you were released from the hospital, and tonight will really be the first chance you will have had to tell him.
[] Tell Danny everything you know about knowing magic, which admittedly isn't much.
[] Tell Danny you can strengthen objects, and maybe more. Not the whole truth, but who'd believe "magic" anyways?
[] Tell Danny nothing. It's not like you've been talking to him lately anyways, and you can decide to tell him later when you have more proof.
Besides Dad, you also need to decide what you want to try next with magic. You have three main options to choose from. One, you can continue meditating, and hope you remember more of your past life and the rituals you used in it. Two, you can explore your magic by yourself, and see what you can come up with. Three, you can leave magic for another day, and do something else. You do have a pile of homework you need to complete ...
Whatever you decide, it will have to wait until tomorrow, as you can hear your Dad's car pulling up right now.
[] Meditate on your past life.
-[] Write in on a specific topic you wish to focus on.
[] Explore your abilities.
-[] Write in what you wish to attempt.
[] Do something else.
-[] Write in.
(QMN2: Quick explanation. Whenever you have time to practice magic, you'll have two choices. First is to meditate. If you meditate in general, you'll get a brief memory of your past life, and maybe a hint towards a new ritual. If you meditate on a topic, you'll get a hint regarding that topic, and maybe a brief memory. Second choice is to do whatever you want. Write up as complex of a plan as you want, and I'll decide what happens when you try it! (Mwahahahaha) I also reserve the right to mix and match multiple plans in some cases, like if the more popular plan causes an explosion on the first step and you need something else to do. Third is to ignore the Questmaster, and tell Taylor to go do something else.
Also, I hope I gave you a good start on figuring out what you can do. I tried to spread the magic out over symbols, materials, actions, and words. That way you can take what you like and ignore what you don't. The only hard limit I gave you was the use of blood, and even that I mentioned a way around by using magical tools. Though you may find other uses for your blood eventually...)