Time Stamp Summer 67 506 A.V. As the sun slowly streaked across the sky, evening was setting within the realm of the Knights. Jason looked up to the sun studying how much time he had left before he must start back to the city, guessing at least three more hours he looked back down. There lied his books and notes, stretching and then sitting back down on the stump be picked up the book he was reading and began where he left off. ‘…To bend the elements and summon them, the user must first release his res, the fuel of spells, from their body and bend the shape to their will…' Stopping he set his book down, carefully he marked his place. He looked down at the marks in his palms where his father had cut him and forced his res into Jason’s body. This is the cost of begin able to use spells like his father. He closed his eyes and began to concentrate, picturing the mist, which his father had once summoned. He opened his eyes finding a very small amount of ‘res’ surrounding his palms, very excited he blinked and release his hold on his res. Grabbing his book and began to read once more. ‘… Once the res is in the form of the user, they must then bring forth the elements, using one of two ways. First, they can attract it from nearby sources. Example: A water mage could attract the water from a nearby pond. The second way is transforming the res into the element you wish. Please note the second option requires more djed to complete…' Again he sat down his book and closed his eyes bring out the res, forcing it into a small ball over the right hand. He then began to concentrate on bring the fire from his cooking fire to the ball of res. In a flash the flames had jumped from the fire to the res and Jason was now holding a ball of fire. Holding it there he watched in awe; as the flames burned an inch or two on top his hands. Looking around, he then closed his eyes and tried to expand the res that the fire was burning. Opening his eyes he watched as the ball begins to grow. As it reached the size of an apple, Jason began to tire, thinking it was nothing. He let it grow, once the size of a grapefruit, Jason arms were becoming weak, as the size of a coconut, and Jason remembered nothing but blackness. But his ball of fire, no longer having the fuel to continue busted and the flames began to fall around underneath it to the forest floor below. |