Solo Nothing At All

[Marlay]

30th Of Spring 513 AV
In The Halls Of The Great Library

So this was it, the halls of the great library.

Marlay was truly fascinated at the marvelous condition of all the books concerning magic. There were books aplenty on all kinds of personal magics and world magics, on all kinds of theories and indepth knowledge. The expansive book cases were loaded with more books then one could read in a lifetime, or several if you were lucky.

And the young and aspiring wizard decided to go fishing around for something worth reading, there were plenty of books to choose from. But she wanted something that fit her general style. She liked to think of herself as a good anti-magic mage, what she had was very good utility against spells. But she wanted another form of magic to help assist her, she was always thirsty to learn new and interesting magics and the prospect of picking up a book and figuring it out was fascinating.

The personal magic of choice she wished to study ?

Voiding

A great many ideas floated in her mind about how neat this spell craft was, and how she could use it. It was thankfully one of the easier forms of magics to learn.

Now the hardest part about the library was finding the section on Voiding, plenty of books everywhere and everything had its place. She had asked a robot prior to help, but it promptly ignored her request. Marlay didn't seem to think much about it, and figured her not being dismissed as a pulser but being dismissed as a mage that was not worthy of its time.

Her journey was long and agonizing, it felt like she had to sift through a million monotonous volumes that contained VO, sciences, maths, astrological stuff, and more numbers. Until she happened to stumble upon the section she was looking for, luckily it was within arms reach.

Now this was frustrating, as soon as she found the section she noticed that many spots where books should be were empty. Like people had checked them out, and she almost wanted to take her spectacles off throw them to the ground and scream as loud as possible in furious mousy rage. The nuits could live for an eternity, and the books she may want might come back hundreds of years later. The outrage! But unfortunately that kind of behavior might get her in a spot of trouble she did not kindly want to partake in. So her fit would remain imaginary so she may vent and regain her calm.

A heavy breath in and a quick release out, and she was good.

Hands dove in and she gambled on a basic book on voiding, well easy enough right?

Flipping the pages open expecting herself to be happily applying herself to the Art of Voiding. She was once again barred, Nador-Canoch... flipping through more pages and yes you are quite right if you thought there was more Nador-Canoch. The language of the ancients.

Now she had to decipher this in order to obtain the new lore, and the practical application of such.

With her quarry in hand she walked over to a table and began slowly going over the ancient language, it wasn't long before she was able to really get the Alahean writing style and the contexts that they wrote in.

[Marlay]

As time past and the Nader-Canoch became almost as if a second language she began to understand a bit more about the alahean style of literature. The languages were the same but sometimes the writing varied but as she continued onward in nothing short of determination, she began to move forward and while slow it surely did proceed.

Each page was slowly dismantled and dissected its information slowly being drained from the words, as she began to harness the skill of comprehension. The secrets within the pages began to whisper to her, and as each page was turned it was as if a colossal obstacle had been hurdled.

She was a reading machine.

What started off as a full volume within an hour a quarter of the pages had been turned over.

The more she read, the more freely the ancient literature did read. It was a shame, the language said things with meanings and emotions that were so vibrant and full of life when compared to the dull lack luster common language of today.

By three quarters of the volume, the Nador-Canoch spoke no sang to her its musings. The art of voiding was becoming something that's interpretation was nothing short of crystal clear.

And within a period of four hours the book was done.

She had never read a book in common that spoke to her the way that ancient nador-canoch did. It was as if the very language was magical in and of itself.

The large binder cast upon its pages and the task was complete, she got up from her chair and put the book away.

She learned the basics, and the best method of self discovery for this particular magic.

[Marlay]

Not until that night would Marlay begin to experiment upon the concept of nothing.

Her room if it could be described that was dark and dreary, and she herself sat in the chamber biding her time focused on this emptiness. It was interesting to speculate that Leeching and Voiding had similar traits, that they both draw upon an outside stimulus and absorb it.

It took a long while and she sat with her eyes closed, trying to escape what she knew in this reality and run away into blissful silence what could be described as a forever tranquil oblivion.

She dwelled on these somber thoughts, letting her mind dwell deeper into the black pit of the abyss.

There were thoughts and memories, hurts, and friendships made.

She threw these feelings into the hole, she poured everything that was making her feel these emotions away. Slowly slipping from this hectic and scary lifestyle, her fears, her wants and desires everything now gone.

There was a clarity a level of clairvoyance that far exceeded her expectation, her primary objective was close to being in a sense un-realized as she began to fully understand about the topic of this mysterious subject.


The silence, in and of itself was deafening.

So close to madness she had ever come as she continued to sink further and further into the waters depths. Even the suns rays which kissed the surface began to fade as she sailed away across the bend and beyond the scope of sight and the fabric of what makes reality, reality.

As her concepts grand design began to re-imagine itself and twist and warp and bend into something else. Extraterrestrial to herself, it was something so foreign and vague it was alien in its very nature.

This the very notion of the Void, a realm of emptiness and nothing.