Magik - CHAPTER SIX

Richard kept an eye on Sam for the first minute or so, understanding that he had started to arrange how he would present whatever he had experienced.

"Father. I believe that you have decided somewhat on where I will be headed for my studies?"

"I have. It will either be at Edwards or Stevens in Maldour. Your tutors have made me aware of the rigor of your studies. But Sam, you haven't truly shown us to be passionate in anything else. Or am I wrong?"

"That is why I am here today father. I believe I found my spark. About 3 months ago, while I had been studying, I had, lets say, a whim. I wanted to practice [Solara's Guidance] by myself. And before you say that was stupid, I know it was. Regardless of my motivations at that time though, I did practice it."

Sam stated, holding and preparing his thoughts to divulge his discovery.

"Near the end of my first practice cycle, I had noticed something in the corner of my eye father. Fearing that I might have done some damage, I stopped myself then. However, I couldn't help but continue the next day after seeing no adverse effects. And I saw magik father. I saw this small, miniscule ball, floating along with the wind, colored an amber as bright as my hair. I thought I was dreaming but I did my research on it for the next few days and from what I understood, I saw a particle of magik, flame-aspected specifically, father."

"It was wondrous to be honest." he continued, not ceasing the flow that had come over him. "I was able to glimpse something I should have no way of understanding. But glimpse it I did. And from my reading I learned how one enterprising soul many years ago had described it and it matched with my experience; although, Professor Menar had been trying it after his inauguration, unlike me. Either way, I followed his method, his description, and I was able to draw the particle towards me more and more. Each day I got closer to having it at the tip of my finger until I was finally able to grasp it. Until I was able to ingress it." he finished.

"Would you like me to demonstrate father?" Sam asked, standing up and looking towards his father's eyes.

He saw curiosity and sadly a hint of disbelief staring back at him, followed by a short nod. Breathing in, Sam started the movements, now fluid and natural after practicing every day for the last 3 months. He was able to sense the magik in the air, and saw a speck of green close by, swiftly passing towards the windows, before stopping and floating towards the young boy as he focused his will on it. Slowly, the drifting speck became affixed to a track, traveling along the air towards the young boy, as if a leash had been wrapped around it. As he finished the first cycle of his stances, the mote landed on the tip of his outstretched hand before being ingested.

Sam did not miss his father's eyes slowly widening as the particle traveled across the room and landed on his outstretched palm; his father was a [Magitek Engineer], an advanced consolidated class with a total level above 50. Being able to see magik in the air would be something he would be able to do. His practice the months prior had made the boy comfortable in his muscle memory, able to perform the manual's specific stances without any second thoughts.

As the magik was ingressed, Sam let go, the wave of energy traveling across his body and through the other side as it generated a gust of wind from the palm of his hand, blowing across the room before petering out against the shelves. Easing out of his stances, his heart palpitating rapidly from the stress and anxiety, Sam stood there for his father's judgement.

The older Hyzaar in-turn sat with a stony face; showing not a speck of the escalating storm plaguing his mind. Truly, one born of the Hyzaar cannot be ordinary. He had been disappointed in young Samuel for a number of years. His elder siblings had demonstrated various proficiencies in the years leading up to their inauguration; but his youngest had only been rigorous in his studies. Perhaps it was foolish of him to take his behavior for granted; clearly Sam's interest in knowledge finally developed in a clear, and quite an exceptional, direction; that of a potential [Magi].