[Name: Arcane Bullet Classification: Assault Stage: Circle Elements: Arcane Complexity: 2 Power: 4 Secondary Power: 0 Required Mana: 2 (Expand) (Expanded): Arcane: 2 Description: A low-power ranged arcane-type spell.]Callum barely paid any attention to the notification as he met the hungry gazes of his classmates. 'Well, this should be enough for now, right?' He licked his lips as he removed his hands from the cube and lay back in his chair.'It would be nice to have more spells, but I've already drawn too much attention. There must be a way to create spells away from all these prying eyes.'Cal was oblivious to his classmates' thoughts as he relaxed at the back of the class. His casual attitude made them feel like he was saying this course was too easy and they were insignificant in his eyes.Of course, Callum had no such thoughts. Well, apart from the easy part. Mages were notoriously competitive and always searching for ways to improve their standing among their peers.
"Hmph!" Amesbury grunted triumphantly. "You're not the only Major Arcana in this joint class anymore, Hans!""Oh, shit!" Emily moaned beside Cal. "That's Hans Müller! He inherited The Tower legacy from his family. Apparently, there was a tragic event, and his older sister, who should have inherited it, died. Watch yourself, Cal."Callum frowned as he glanced at Hans. The guy was around six foot and four inches tall. Which meant he towered over everyone from the two classes. He had a rugged square jaw, dark hair, and piercing blue eyes. "That's him. Over there!" Amesbury gleefully pointed Callum out. "That's Callum Shaw, The Magician! Are you scared now?""Shaw? The Magician?" Hans grunted as he scanned Callum before marching up to him. "Are you Felix Shaw's grandson?"Callum reeled in shock. "You knew my grandpa?""That's right." Hans nodded as a grin spread across his face. "Master Felix personally trained me in the basics when I awakened! If it weren't for his support, my family ma
Rain hammered against the windshield of Danielle's car in a grief-ridden melody as Callum stared at the grey skies from the passenger seat. His eyes searched his right hand from time to time, checking for the presence of the golden ring set with pitch-black onyx. Danielle coughed as she brushed her light brown hair behind her ear and looked at him with her deep green eyes."Are you going to be okay?"Her voice was low, barely louder than a whisper, but Callum heard her. A frown appeared on Callum's face as he tousled his black hair before taking a deep breath."Honestly, I don't know."Callum's icy blue eyes scanned Danielle's face, noticing the concern in her expression as the feeling of emptiness ravaged his heart. His grandfather's funeral had passed in a blur. It felt so unreal at the time, but the weight of the ring on his finger told him otherwise."Do you want me to come in? I can keep you company until Amy comes back."A long sigh escaped Callum's lips as he shook his head. He
Callum stared at his bloody knuckles and the gash on his forearm through the ripped sleeve of his suit jacket with dead eyes as he caressed the cold pint of beer between his hands. The other customers of O'Connors pub left him alone in the dark corner with only his grief and rage for company.The cracked screen of his phone on the table drew his attention as it vibrated. A glance was all he needed to confirm it was Dani calling him back before answering."I'm here. Where are you?"Callum's left brow rose slightly at Dani's tone before telling her he was seated in the rear right corner near the toilets."I'll be right there."Before he could place the phone back on the table, Dani's face appeared as she rushed between the tables. Her black dress for the funeral hugged her curves while still being suitable for the occasion."Gods, Cal, are you okay?"Her silvery voice rang in his ears as she placed the heavy bag she carried in an empty seat before taking his right hand in hers. Callum's
The shower was still on, but the water actively avoided him. It was as though a thick, invisible layer was wrapped around his body, keeping it at bay. It didn't matter how he tried to touch the steaming water since the strange barrier moved with him.Callum choked as his heart pounded, and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. There was an electrifying sense of power in the air that reeked of danger. It was then that a dull green glow in the corner of his sight drew his attention as he struggled to calm the raging storm within. What the hell is that? Callum stared at his grandfather's ring sitting on the edge of the sink while painting the bathroom in the eerie green light. He could see lines on the dull gold of the same colour as the light while a pattern of circles and lines decorated the onyx.The power the ring exuded resonated with Callum. It was as if a siren was calling out to him, begging him to wear it.He couldn't help but wish he would wake up or that this was all
Callum gripped his now empty mug as he stared at the text boxes in mid-air. After playing around with it for a while, he realised it worked as an interface similar to a computer or videogame. Except the input came directly from his thoughts.It seemed to have been set to only unlock certain information in the Archives after he had read through the basics, which served as an introduction to being an Awakened. That's the term for people like me who have awoken their talent for magic. Callum sighed into the empty mug as deep frown lines appeared on his forehead.He glanced at the introductory text again, where it described the process of identifying which of the six magical elements he was naturally attuned to. It refused to go beyond that point, and he assumed the enchanted ring on his finger was waiting for him to perform the task. This is stupid, but I've already come this far, so why not?A few moments after searching the house, Callum sat down again. This time, he placed a glass of
Sweat ran down Callum's forehead as he attempted to manipulate his mana again. It had taken him several attempts to get the feel for changing the shape.Unfortunately, he found he had to use his hands as a crutch, and could only manipulate the shape by moving his fingers like a puppeteer. Damn, this is hard. He could guess that with practice he would eventually be able to do it using only his mind. However, that thought only made him more frustrated since he couldn't do it right now. This should be enough.He could feel his mana taking the form of two hands, but the flip side of that was the rest of the mana around him becoming thinner. So, if I think of it as a liquid and the shape is the container, it's obvious the extra mass would have to come from somewhere.Something seemed to click when Callum realised that. There was a clear limit to how much mana he could use. Instead of trying to force out more from a dry well, it would be better to use the unneeded mana from elsewhere.Sudd
Cairo, Egypt:A middle-aged man leaned against a wall and began crying as he touched the single blue bead hanging from a black string around his neck. The mana is agitated. He sighed as he looked up at the clear blue sky. The Major Arcana is complete once again. The world is in danger.His shoulders dropped as he vanished into a dark alley.Tokyo, Japan:It's time. A smile appeared on the young woman's face as she pulled her long, silky black hair into a ponytail. The question is, which way will the winds blow?Edinburgh, Scotland:A young Nepali woman held her grandfather's arm as he trembled while they disembarked from the plane."Is everything alright?" She asked, her brow knotted in concern."Everything's fine. There's no need to worry. Hurry along and see if our taxi is here. I'll be along in a moment."He smiled as he watched his granddaughter, who was also his only apprentice, hurry away. A grimace washed the smile from his face as his eyes fell on the floor. This shouldn't hav