Day 14 part 1/Magic with Ana
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The rain is really coming down outside. And that thunder! You don't think you've heard it rumble so much before.
You try to read some more of the book, but every time you get started, lightning flashes through the windows, causing you to jump and lose your page.
Soon enough, you get fed up and resolve to try again later.
(No progress made)
Ask Anastasia about Magic:
"Sweety, can you tell me about Magic?"
It's a simple question really. One that can easily be answered with a simple one sentence answer.
All you asked for is a brief summary on how Magic works, what it is, maybe some instruction on it.
Trust: 9
Yet the simple question is enough to not only make your little Eldritch Horror completely freeze up, but you actually see her eyes widen in surprise.
A concerned look comes over your face, "What's wrong?" You originally wanted to ask her about this because...you figured you might need it. You're going up against beings that transcend comprehension, so you need powers that transcend comprehension. What better than the much coveted powers of the Arcane? And like the book said, it is one of the only chances you might have to live through this. Though, if it causes your daughter to be this uncomfortable, you might rethink it.
She closes the book in her hands and sighs. She looks up at you with eyes of….worry?
"I was hoping you wouldn't...ask about that," she replies hands folded in front of her.
"Why? Is it a sensitive topic?" the last thing you wanted would to do was make her talk about something she really doesn't want to.
"Something like that, yes," her body fidgets as you sit together on the couch. The rain beats down outside, as lightning flashes through the curtains of your home. Thunder follows soon after, cutting through the silence that falls between the both of you. Time passes, both of you waiting for the other to say something.
Finally, Ana continues, "Magic is….well….you know those books and TV shows? The ones where people with Magic sling fireballs and lightning around like its going out of style?"
You nod your head affirmatively.
"That's all lies," she says flatly.
Well that takes the wind out of your sails.
"First of all, only Mythics can use Magic naturally."
"Mythics?"
"Mythical creatures. I don't really like the term 'Monster', that much. Makes it seem like something's wrong with those like me."
Understandable. Also, shoot, "Alrighty then."
You prepare to sit back and watch some TV to get your spirits up, when Ana stops you, "Hold on. I said Mythics are the only ones who can use it naturally. Humans can use Magic, but….I'll get to it later."
You sit back up, waiting for your daughter to speak. It isn't everyday you get to learn something new. Let alone from an Eldritch Abomination posing as a five year old girl.
….That's sounds a lot more ridiculous when you think about it out loud.
"Second of all, while Magic is as powerful as other less enlightened people depict it," she continues, sounding a bit like you when you give a long lecture, "it is not something that is just used with reckless abandon. Think of Magic like a raging fire; In order to use it, you need to fuel it. What do you think Mythics use to fuel it?"
You decide to assume the worst, "Their lifeforce?"
Anastasia nods, "Correct."
You raise your eyebrow, "Wait...if Mon—Mythics are the only ones that can use magic, why haven't they taken over the world yet? Or at least taken it back from us?"
"Two reasons," she holds up two fingers to emphasize. One finger goes down, "They don't really need to use Magic. Would you if you were a giant fire-breathing lizard, a lizard woman who can turn others to stone with a gaze, a bipedal wolfman with super strength and speed, or a living parasite who can't be killed through conventional means?"
"...You have a point there."
She nods as her other finger goes down, "And two, humans have something more powerful than anything they could come up with or do."
You're a bit taken aback at that statement, but then you remember what the book said and voice it out loud.
Anastasia looks a bit surprised you know the term, but it is quickly gone from her face, "Yes, Belief. It is what's caused Mankind to become so numerous over these many, many years."
"What exactly is it?"
Your daughter smiles, and reaches up to pat your head, "I can't tell you everything now, can I? You should know that you get the most out of learning something when you go looking for it yourself." She sits back down finished with her lecture.
You remember something she mentioned earlier, "So how do I get Magic, since I can't obtain it naturally?"
Her nervousness returns in fullforce, her head dipping low to avoid your gaze. She takes in at least four deep breaths before speaking again, "You need to....make a Pact with a one of us." At your obvious suspicion, she puts up her hands defensively, "It's nothing too serious! You don't need to sign any official document in blood or something crazy like that. It's just a simple agreement between you and a mythical creature."
You nod in understanding. "What exactly does this 'Pact,'" you make quotation marks with your hands, "entail?"
Her nervousness dissipates somewhat as you speak, "Well, you would enter into a bond with the creature you have chosen. You would gain the ability to use the Arcane Arts which differ depending on who and what you create a Pact with. In return, the Mythic would get the power to access your powers of Belief, which in and of itself is an immense boon. "
"Ok. What's the catch?" there's no way a deal this sweet would come without a price.
Trust: 9
She bites her lip, rubbing her hands together while her eyes dart all over the room. You've never seen her this nervous while talking to you before. Is this really that hard for her?
She takes four deep breaths before finally stating, "It draws upon both the Human and the Mythic's lifeforce. If too much is used, it kills them both."
Lightning flashes as if to punctuate the weight of her words. You feel a chill down your spine, as the implications sink in.
Magic could kill you.
It could kill not just you, but whoever it is you made the Pact with.
That is...rather unsettling, to say the least.
After a good 5 minutes, your daughter holds out her right hand to you. When look at her questioningly, she nervously looks away, "If you would like, we could make a Pact right now. All you have to do is shake my hand. You wouldn't get all of my powers and it carries a very high amount of risk, but—you could use all the help you could get.
And. I would be dismayed if you died. Because of me."
That last sentence is said in a whisper, and you just manage to catch it. You look down at the small, white hand of your daughter. It seems so long ago that you found her in her basket on your doorstep. Frail, tiny, but with starry-eyes that spoke of something with more power and knowledge than you could realize. Now, she's asking you if you would like to make a contract that could very well kill the both of you if you aren't careful.
So, do you take it?
Do you accept the deal?
[] Yes
[] No
*Vote Closed*
The rain is really coming down outside. And that thunder! You don't think you've heard it rumble so much before.
You try to read some more of the book, but every time you get started, lightning flashes through the windows, causing you to jump and lose your page.
Soon enough, you get fed up and resolve to try again later.
(No progress made)
Ask Anastasia about Magic:
"Sweety, can you tell me about Magic?"
It's a simple question really. One that can easily be answered with a simple one sentence answer.
All you asked for is a brief summary on how Magic works, what it is, maybe some instruction on it.
Trust: 9
Yet the simple question is enough to not only make your little Eldritch Horror completely freeze up, but you actually see her eyes widen in surprise.
A concerned look comes over your face, "What's wrong?" You originally wanted to ask her about this because...you figured you might need it. You're going up against beings that transcend comprehension, so you need powers that transcend comprehension. What better than the much coveted powers of the Arcane? And like the book said, it is one of the only chances you might have to live through this. Though, if it causes your daughter to be this uncomfortable, you might rethink it.
She closes the book in her hands and sighs. She looks up at you with eyes of….worry?
"I was hoping you wouldn't...ask about that," she replies hands folded in front of her.
"Why? Is it a sensitive topic?" the last thing you wanted would to do was make her talk about something she really doesn't want to.
"Something like that, yes," her body fidgets as you sit together on the couch. The rain beats down outside, as lightning flashes through the curtains of your home. Thunder follows soon after, cutting through the silence that falls between the both of you. Time passes, both of you waiting for the other to say something.
Finally, Ana continues, "Magic is….well….you know those books and TV shows? The ones where people with Magic sling fireballs and lightning around like its going out of style?"
You nod your head affirmatively.
"That's all lies," she says flatly.
Well that takes the wind out of your sails.
"First of all, only Mythics can use Magic naturally."
"Mythics?"
"Mythical creatures. I don't really like the term 'Monster', that much. Makes it seem like something's wrong with those like me."
Understandable. Also, shoot, "Alrighty then."
You prepare to sit back and watch some TV to get your spirits up, when Ana stops you, "Hold on. I said Mythics are the only ones who can use it naturally. Humans can use Magic, but….I'll get to it later."
You sit back up, waiting for your daughter to speak. It isn't everyday you get to learn something new. Let alone from an Eldritch Abomination posing as a five year old girl.
….That's sounds a lot more ridiculous when you think about it out loud.
"Second of all, while Magic is as powerful as other less enlightened people depict it," she continues, sounding a bit like you when you give a long lecture, "it is not something that is just used with reckless abandon. Think of Magic like a raging fire; In order to use it, you need to fuel it. What do you think Mythics use to fuel it?"
You decide to assume the worst, "Their lifeforce?"
Anastasia nods, "Correct."
You raise your eyebrow, "Wait...if Mon—Mythics are the only ones that can use magic, why haven't they taken over the world yet? Or at least taken it back from us?"
"Two reasons," she holds up two fingers to emphasize. One finger goes down, "They don't really need to use Magic. Would you if you were a giant fire-breathing lizard, a lizard woman who can turn others to stone with a gaze, a bipedal wolfman with super strength and speed, or a living parasite who can't be killed through conventional means?"
"...You have a point there."
She nods as her other finger goes down, "And two, humans have something more powerful than anything they could come up with or do."
You're a bit taken aback at that statement, but then you remember what the book said and voice it out loud.
Anastasia looks a bit surprised you know the term, but it is quickly gone from her face, "Yes, Belief. It is what's caused Mankind to become so numerous over these many, many years."
"What exactly is it?"
Your daughter smiles, and reaches up to pat your head, "I can't tell you everything now, can I? You should know that you get the most out of learning something when you go looking for it yourself." She sits back down finished with her lecture.
You remember something she mentioned earlier, "So how do I get Magic, since I can't obtain it naturally?"
Her nervousness returns in fullforce, her head dipping low to avoid your gaze. She takes in at least four deep breaths before speaking again, "You need to....make a Pact with a one of us." At your obvious suspicion, she puts up her hands defensively, "It's nothing too serious! You don't need to sign any official document in blood or something crazy like that. It's just a simple agreement between you and a mythical creature."
You nod in understanding. "What exactly does this 'Pact,'" you make quotation marks with your hands, "entail?"
Her nervousness dissipates somewhat as you speak, "Well, you would enter into a bond with the creature you have chosen. You would gain the ability to use the Arcane Arts which differ depending on who and what you create a Pact with. In return, the Mythic would get the power to access your powers of Belief, which in and of itself is an immense boon. "
"Ok. What's the catch?" there's no way a deal this sweet would come without a price.
Trust: 9
She bites her lip, rubbing her hands together while her eyes dart all over the room. You've never seen her this nervous while talking to you before. Is this really that hard for her?
She takes four deep breaths before finally stating, "It draws upon both the Human and the Mythic's lifeforce. If too much is used, it kills them both."
Lightning flashes as if to punctuate the weight of her words. You feel a chill down your spine, as the implications sink in.
Magic could kill you.
It could kill not just you, but whoever it is you made the Pact with.
That is...rather unsettling, to say the least.
After a good 5 minutes, your daughter holds out her right hand to you. When look at her questioningly, she nervously looks away, "If you would like, we could make a Pact right now. All you have to do is shake my hand. You wouldn't get all of my powers and it carries a very high amount of risk, but—you could use all the help you could get.
And. I would be dismayed if you died. Because of me."
That last sentence is said in a whisper, and you just manage to catch it. You look down at the small, white hand of your daughter. It seems so long ago that you found her in her basket on your doorstep. Frail, tiny, but with starry-eyes that spoke of something with more power and knowledge than you could realize. Now, she's asking you if you would like to make a contract that could very well kill the both of you if you aren't careful.
So, do you take it?
Do you accept the deal?
[] Yes
[] No
*Vote Closed*
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