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Two Years Down
March 12, 2019
Months passed and Ryder had begun consistently practicing with his new powers. Yes, they took a deep toll on him physically, always leaving him rather exhausted, but he had at least gotten used to the quirks in his abilities. He had realized that when creating something, the way he originally imagines the thing in question is important. If he imagines something rather odd looking, it comes out looking a bit more like he would have wanted it. A bit of backwards thought was important, but it gave him the results he wanted nevertheless.
Though, even through all of the drawbacks with his powers, he appreciated the fact that he could at least produce something.
Ever since he had stolen the ideas from Calista's spell book on harnessing surrounding energy for his own purposes, he had been able to utilize the plant life around him to incorporate their energy into his creations. He had created a talking flower that sadly passed away quite quickly, having lived a very short life. That had upset him, and it was strange that he was able to do something so extraordinary, though it eased the exhaustion when he was able to combine his imaginings with living plants. His conclusion was that his lifeforce wasn’t being drained solely, and instead was able to feed off of the lifeforce of the plant in addition to throwing in a bit of his own, creating a new thing entirely. It was almost fun to make things out of plants, and realizing that he didn’t have to kill himself each and every time was definitely a bonus for him. Although he didn’t truly understand the full impact of this, Ryder continued to practice utilizing this technique.
Ryder found himself out in the forest the night prior to his birthday. He felt as though he wanted to spend time alone in the forest where he could have some peace and quiet, with no interruptions, especially with his birthday party planned for the next day.
“Forest, pray, lend me your strength as I attempt this craft,” he spoke aloud. He always wanted to ask the surrounding area to lend him the strength, as he felt terrible later when the area seemed to wither in response.
Ryder floated down and plucked a fresh little wild flower from the ground. The frei took to his mind as he concentrated his power into his hands. His hands began to glow with that same green and violet magic as before. The flower instantly began to warp within the frei’s hands. The petals began to merge together and grow larger as the stem began to fold up and meld together. By the end, a small fairy like those from video games past was revealed. The white petals flapped like wings and the body was green, round and smooth. It flew up and around Ryder quickly, as he laughed, enjoying his small created companion.
“You are beautiful,” Ryder whispered under his breath as he watched the wings of his creation flutter quickly to keep itself afloat. Ryder then decided to take the small creation home with him after a few moments of writing his thoughts in his spellbook. The flighty fairy followed closely behind his creator as the two floated towards home.
All was well with the world as Ryder laid his head down on the pillow to sleep, his fairy companion flying about the room until it was ready to lay down as well.
”Happy birthday, Ryder!” Reuben called as he barged into the bedroom of his charge the next morning, holding a cupcake made of old, stale ingredients, covering the candle as to not have it blown out accidentally.
The frei awoke with a smile. “Thank you, Reuben.”
”Make a wish,” he said, handing over the cupcake.
Ryder took the cupcake and did as he was told. He closed his eyes (as he had learned was customary) and opened them a moment later to blow out the candle.
”Yay! Okay, get yourself ready, the party will be starting soon.”
Ryder nodded, taking his time to stretch. He then took a moment to look around for his fairy companion.
“Flairy, where are you?” he called, thinking that would be a good name for his little companion. But looking around, the little guy wasn’t found.
Finally, upon going to his desk, behind a small stack of books, lay the small being, wilted and shriveled. Ryder slowly picked up his creation in his hands, eyes tearing up upon looking down. He began to slowly close his hands around his little fairy companion, only to notice the crackling of dried petals in his hands.
A soft sob could be heard if anyone were listening. “W-why does this happen?” Ryder questioned, tears streaming down his face. He slowly set the dried flower fairy back onto the desk, crumbled petal wings falling beside it.
Wiping his tears, Ryder went back to bed for a few moments longer to mourn the loss of his little flower fairy. What a way to start his birthday celebration.
Though, even through all of the drawbacks with his powers, he appreciated the fact that he could at least produce something.
Ever since he had stolen the ideas from Calista's spell book on harnessing surrounding energy for his own purposes, he had been able to utilize the plant life around him to incorporate their energy into his creations. He had created a talking flower that sadly passed away quite quickly, having lived a very short life. That had upset him, and it was strange that he was able to do something so extraordinary, though it eased the exhaustion when he was able to combine his imaginings with living plants. His conclusion was that his lifeforce wasn’t being drained solely, and instead was able to feed off of the lifeforce of the plant in addition to throwing in a bit of his own, creating a new thing entirely. It was almost fun to make things out of plants, and realizing that he didn’t have to kill himself each and every time was definitely a bonus for him. Although he didn’t truly understand the full impact of this, Ryder continued to practice utilizing this technique.
Ryder found himself out in the forest the night prior to his birthday. He felt as though he wanted to spend time alone in the forest where he could have some peace and quiet, with no interruptions, especially with his birthday party planned for the next day.
“Forest, pray, lend me your strength as I attempt this craft,” he spoke aloud. He always wanted to ask the surrounding area to lend him the strength, as he felt terrible later when the area seemed to wither in response.
Ryder floated down and plucked a fresh little wild flower from the ground. The frei took to his mind as he concentrated his power into his hands. His hands began to glow with that same green and violet magic as before. The flower instantly began to warp within the frei’s hands. The petals began to merge together and grow larger as the stem began to fold up and meld together. By the end, a small fairy like those from video games past was revealed. The white petals flapped like wings and the body was green, round and smooth. It flew up and around Ryder quickly, as he laughed, enjoying his small created companion.
“You are beautiful,” Ryder whispered under his breath as he watched the wings of his creation flutter quickly to keep itself afloat. Ryder then decided to take the small creation home with him after a few moments of writing his thoughts in his spellbook. The flighty fairy followed closely behind his creator as the two floated towards home.
All was well with the world as Ryder laid his head down on the pillow to sleep, his fairy companion flying about the room until it was ready to lay down as well.
”Happy birthday, Ryder!” Reuben called as he barged into the bedroom of his charge the next morning, holding a cupcake made of old, stale ingredients, covering the candle as to not have it blown out accidentally.
The frei awoke with a smile. “Thank you, Reuben.”
”Make a wish,” he said, handing over the cupcake.
Ryder took the cupcake and did as he was told. He closed his eyes (as he had learned was customary) and opened them a moment later to blow out the candle.
”Yay! Okay, get yourself ready, the party will be starting soon.”
Ryder nodded, taking his time to stretch. He then took a moment to look around for his fairy companion.
“Flairy, where are you?” he called, thinking that would be a good name for his little companion. But looking around, the little guy wasn’t found.
Finally, upon going to his desk, behind a small stack of books, lay the small being, wilted and shriveled. Ryder slowly picked up his creation in his hands, eyes tearing up upon looking down. He began to slowly close his hands around his little fairy companion, only to notice the crackling of dried petals in his hands.
A soft sob could be heard if anyone were listening. “W-why does this happen?” Ryder questioned, tears streaming down his face. He slowly set the dried flower fairy back onto the desk, crumbled petal wings falling beside it.
Wiping his tears, Ryder went back to bed for a few moments longer to mourn the loss of his little flower fairy. What a way to start his birthday celebration.