[Memory-Amelia sniffs and puts down her book again. Wordlessly, she pushes herself off of the sofa and begins to practice magic in front of Henry.
Her text is set upon a wooden stand and kept open for her reference. Her studying involves copying the runes she has memorized and making sure no stroke is out of place or misspelled. Soon the air is filled with blocks of the alien language of one type of magic. Though she's tracing the air quickly, it's nothing like her future self who casts magic flippantly and with the ease of a seasoned expert.
Amelia speaks to Henry (the actual past her would speak aloud to no one), just bouncing her thoughts and what she's learned off of him as he watches.]
Magic as I've come to understand it is being able to rewrite what's in front of you or write in something into existence.
Normal humans and even espers don't have the inherent energy that allows them to create rituals or processes that witches have developed since the early days when the Witch King made them.
[The finished and shimmering blocks of runes hover idly in the air and she starts organizing them into categories only she would understand.]
You know what's strange? When I asked the Witch King if our world needed magic, he said, that no, it actually didn't. He brought it into the world through witches and from there, he just wanted to watch it flourish and see how it intertwined with humanity.
[Amelia frowns at one block of runes, swearing under her breath at an error.]
Shit. I have to redo this one. Anyway, it's like adding new toys to a sandbox and seeing if the children will make something of it.
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Her text is set upon a wooden stand and kept open for her reference. Her studying involves copying the runes she has memorized and making sure no stroke is out of place or misspelled. Soon the air is filled with blocks of the alien language of one type of magic. Though she's tracing the air quickly, it's nothing like her future self who casts magic flippantly and with the ease of a seasoned expert.
Amelia speaks to Henry (the actual past her would speak aloud to no one), just bouncing her thoughts and what she's learned off of him as he watches.]
Magic as I've come to understand it is being able to rewrite what's in front of you or write in something into existence.
Normal humans and even espers don't have the inherent energy that allows them to create rituals or processes that witches have developed since the early days when the Witch King made them.
[The finished and shimmering blocks of runes hover idly in the air and she starts organizing them into categories only she would understand.]
You know what's strange? When I asked the Witch King if our world needed magic, he said, that no, it actually didn't. He brought it into the world through witches and from there, he just wanted to watch it flourish and see how it intertwined with humanity.
[Amelia frowns at one block of runes, swearing under her breath at an error.]
Shit. I have to redo this one. Anyway, it's like adding new toys to a sandbox and seeing if the children will make something of it.