A New Light (The Astral Wanderer Book 1) by D'Artagnan Rey (best romance ebooks txt) 📗

you a more thorough explanation of each later, but they are an easy way to find out how your majestic relates to your Mana. For example, a spell or power of the conjuration class can make something—an item, element, or things like that—from Mana.”

“I know that one fairly well,” Devol said. “My mother is adept at conjuration cantrips. But there are only certain things you can make, aren’t there?”

Jazai nodded. “There are rules and you can’t make something like an invincible shield or a bow that never runs out of arrows. But since that isn’t your class, you can learn more about it later.”

“That is true. So what does perplexion mean mine can do?” he asked and rested the blade tip on the ground.

His companion shrugged. “Well, that’s the tricky thing, isn’t it? Also, it’s the reason why my typically composed mentor is so excited.”

The two young Magi looked at the arguing Templars again. Zier had stepped so close that he almost touched Wulfsun’s chest and continued to argue his position while he tried to slip sly insults past the giant. By the way the commander narrowed his eyes, however, he noticed each one.

“That’s how he acts when he’s excited?” Devol asked and gestured at the dryad. “I’d hate to see him angry.”

“Different circumstances.” Jazai sighed and shook his head before he returned to his book. “Because you're in the perplexion class, you don’t fit neatly into any of the other classes. It means your power is probably rather interesting but more difficult to pinpoint and train for.”

“Oh. Well, that is a problem,” he muttered and glanced at his weapon before he focused on his companion. “So…do you have one?”

“One what?” the apprentice asked and looked up from his book.

“You know,” he responded and shook his sword. “I overheard you talking about the time you did the test. So does that mean you were trying to see what majestic you could wield? Or was that only advanced Magi training?”

Jazai smiled and nodded. “Mine is divination,” he revealed, held the open book tied to his waist, and tilted it toward him. Devol assumed that the magic within it made it light enough to carry this way when it should have been far too heavy. “My majestic was one my father found before I was born. It sat in the vaults here in the order until I arrived. He sent me a letter to personally congratulate me on being the one to claim it. Divination is the magic class that affects the mind or astral plane.” He showed him several lines written in the pages that he didn’t look at very closely at first.

“Astral plane?” Devol asked and squinted as he focused on the words. “What is an… Wait, this is about me!” He gasped. Within the tome, he could see words being written in front of his eyes. The pages showed his full name, date of birth, and paragraphs mentioned details of his life, his practice in swordsmanship, his wins in foot races with other children, his favorite meals, and even his best stories.

“It’s impressive, isn’t it?” the apprentice asked with a smile. “The more I get to know someone, the more I am able to tap into their memories and my majestic can probe more deeply into their minds. Usually, I can only learn things they are thinking about in the moment or pieces of information that are ingrained in them—like their name, personality type, things like that. The more I am around them and the more they let their guard down, the more my book can discover.”

“My guard down?” He considered that for a moment and decided to try something. Without saying anything, he drew out his Anima again as he followed the words being written. They began to slow. The record of the memory of going into the Emerald Forest outside Monleans with his mother changed to a description of the room and the events that had just taken place.

“A good guess,” Jazai said with a nod. “If your Anima is up, that reduces my majestic’s ability to ‘discover’ more about you, at least your past. But if you want to get around it, you have to be thoughtlessly aware.”

“Thoughtlessly aware?” He didn’t quite grasp what the boy meant with that. “You mean empty my mind?”

“You have the right idea,” his companion agreed. “For example, if you only focus on what you are doing right now, all I can retrieve is your basic information and whatever you are doing at this moment. Although it only works if you aren’t far away.” He turned the page to reveal that it was now blank before he flipped it back. Some of the words had disappeared, but his details and some of the memories it had already written down remained. “It stays unless I erase it or the person or thing dies.”

Devol nodded and felt very uneasy. “That’s honestly terrifying. You could learn anything you wanted about a person without talking to them.”

Jazai shrugged. “Again, there are rules. It only worked well because you didn’t have your guard up and I had time to get to know you a little already. By the way, I only explained this because I feel like we’ll get along if you stay,” he told him. “Whenever we decide about what your majestic can do, you’ll want to keep that between you and your allies. In battle, an opponent knowing your tricks is a huge disadvantage, although I’m sure you can see that for yourself.”

“You’re right.” He nodded and smiled at the apprentice. “Thank you.”

“For telling you?” the boy asked.

“For saying you think we’ll get along,” he stated, flipped his sword, and rested it on his other shoulder. “I think we could be good friends too.”

The apprentice’s eyes widened before he smiled and nodded. “It would be nice to have someone who is close to my age,” he admitted. “But that all depends on how long you are gonna be here. Still, those are questions for