My mother came down the stairs with a worried expression on her face. "Nathaniel? Sweetie?" She stopped and looked at the crater in the wall. I looked down in shame as she walked over and picked up the book. I stiffened, ready for a physical or verbal reprimand.
A hand touched my head, and I stiffened further before letting it go and looking up, puzzled. On my mother's face, an expression not of anger or disappointment was visible, but an expression of elation. "Roy! Get down here!" My father ran down the stairs and spotted the hole in the wall. "Emma? Did he?" She nodded vigorously, and my father rushed over, whirling me around above his head. "That's my boy! My blood runs thick through your veins!" I was absolutely bamboozled at this point, and he set me down. My mother piped up, "We'll have to get you a Magik Tutor now! to do something like this at such a young age." She looked back at the wall, "You may have the talent to become an arch-mage!" My father nodded "His training can start earlier than we expected, we'll have to see how good he is with a sword tho- Nathe are you ok?" while they were talking I had got dizzy and took a seat "Yeah, I'm o-" I proceeded to pass out from Mana exhaustion.
Waking up I saw my mother beside me, she smiled and handed me a blue drink. "Here drink this now."
I suppose now would be a good time to explain my family. My mother, Emma, is a former Priestess. She was freed from duty when her church was destroyed, coincidentally, my father had been a soldier assigned to the town where her church was. He saved her and several refugees during those battles. Finally, the greatest enemy of the kingdom, the Fell Dragon, was trapped in an area just outside of the city that was besieged: Eadheart. The king would use the greatest weapon available, a weapon capable of the strongest magic possible, and would destroy the entire area. The weakness of this weapon was that it could not be aimed very effectively. So my father and many other soldiers held the dragon back until the blast arrived and destroyed it.
My father was knighted in honor of this battle as the only survivor and given the family name Eadheart. Family names are reserved for nobles or knights, so it is one of the greatest honors one can receive.
I finished drinking and felt revitalized. My mother smiled warmly, "Tea of the Joga leaf, replenishes Mana like nothing else."
She placed a hand on my head and ruffled my hair. I looked up at her and felt strange. My Mother in my previous life had been absent, so I lacked knowledge of this feeling, however, all I could assume was that this feeling was Love.
I felt a tear trickle down my face, and I reached up to wipe it off when my mother pulled me into her embrace.
"There, there. Get some rest now. You have big things ahead of you." She pulled away and kissed me on my forehead. After tucking me in, she left the room, and I fell asleep shortly thereafter.
The Next Morning
"NATE! GET DOWN HERE AND GET SOME FOOD IN YOU! WE ARE GOING TO TRAIN!"
My father's voice awoke me, and I groggily got out of bed to see the first rays of light peeking through my window.
After getting dressed and breaking my fast on some bread, butter, and soup, I stepped outside to spy my father sitting on a rock, tapping the ground with his foot in anticipation.
He looked up from the ground with a stern expression. "Took you long enough. Well, let's get to work then." I noticed he had his sword, which was usually hung above the brazier, but didn't comment on it.
I nodded, and he stood up. We walked for a couple of minutes before he exclaimed, "Ah, that will do nicely!" I turned to see what he was talking about, and it was a large boulder. He strutted up to it and unsheathed his sword.
he sucked in a long breath before swinging a devastating overhead slash into the boulder which in turn cracked and split apart. I gasped and applauded, and he turned, wiping sweat from his brow.
Looking me in the eyes again, he asked, "This requires an immense amount of concentration, but it is the most basic technique in the knights' fighting style of Temploria. Do you think you can do this?"
I shook my head, "Not on this level, I would have to train for years to replicate that."
My father nodded again. "Indeed, but I only want you to hit me once. Then I will allow you to take a Magic Tutor."
I thought for a moment, this would be something very important, so I had best agree. I nodded. "Sure, when can we start?"
My father chuckled. He then chanted, "Psu-Con-Ert-Swo!" from the ground, two swords made entirely of stone emerged. He tossed one at me and held the other one in his stance before waving me forward.
2 Years Later
After 100s of pitiful defeats at the hands of my father, I had gotten slightly better with the sword, it's hard to tell, as my only measurement is one of the greatest warriors in the nation.
During this time, I have learned Magic from my mother, including Basic level Conjuration magic, alteration magic, and intermediate Enhancement magic, alongside the same for Offensive spells.
I once again squared off against my father, an expression of determination on my face. He smirked, "Feeling lively today, are we? Very well, use everything at your disposal except offensive magic."
I nodded and imagined a gate opening and letting an imp out, imps are winged creatures that can claw and shoot small fire. Next, I coated my body in magic with the strength of stone. Finally, I used the intermediate Enhancement spell, Latra, which is a speed-based enhancement with minimal enhancement to strength, as I wasn't going to be able to damage my father anyway. I just need one hit, however.
I blitzed in with a cleave, which my father effortlessly parried. I swung side to side at lightning speed, and yet my father parried and deflected with seemingly minimal movement. From the sid,e my imp came blitzing in with its claws, my father kicked me back, and well, I was in the air, slashed my imp in two with ease.
I was prepared for this and used offensive wind magic to push me back towards my father, I swung down with all my might as he was slightly off balance from the imp's attacks, however, his eyes rapidly turned to me. And he shifted his blade ever so slightly, not attempting to overpower my swing but merely throw it off to the side. My blade crashed into the ground, and the force created a crater and a shockwave,e which my father bounced away from.
Well, he was in the air, and I shot forward. Predicting where he would land, I swung but met only air. Looking up, I saw I had slightly misjudged, as he had performed a flip and was about to land only a couple of inches away.
As this happened, I made another prediction, based on the way his legs were positioned as he fell, when he landed, he would be open to one of the best techniques from my previous life.
The inside calf kick. I punted his leg as he was landing, and he off-balanced his sword going askew, leaving a slight opening in his guard. I swung, but a bone chill ran through me that stopped me in my tracks.
In my father's eyes, I saw pure killing intent for the moment right before I had landed, and so I had stopped inches away from his throat.
The look faded from his face as quickly as it had come, and he smiled, "Finally! Haha! You even stopped before you hit me, showed discipline even when you got excited. Congratulations, I'll look to hiring a magic Tutor soon."
he turned and made his way towards our home "Come get some food! I'm famished!"
I was still shaking and was covered in a cold sweat. 'Did he really think that I stopped short because of that?' I had never felt anything like that before. It was clear my father was a very dangerous person.