Rattleheart
Young Witch

Mothers...

My eyes opened again, it seemed that daydreams in the daytime had caught me. But even so, I can't lie about the beautiful memories in this village. Carrying my equipment, I began to walk again, slowly but surely. It's heavy, having to leave this again. Get out of here, forget it and let it all go back to being swallowed up by the earth. Tears can't flow, they're all gone, 10 years I've held them back. But no one cares. No one knows where our village is.

It's okay

Maybe it should be like this...

Meeting for a while is enough for me.

I had to split up, I had to go back to defending myself

Because, I have promised...

Will live, no matter what.

While walking out of the village, something kept bothering me. The white building, never changed, until now still continues to stand between the ruins of the village. The building was majestic, consisting of various large pillars. But now only ruins remain of him.

The number is large, square, shaped like an arc arch, or like tall cylindrical poles that extend upwards. Ever since I was a child I've always asked, who actually made such buildings in the past, and why is it everywhere on the continent? People say it was built by a giant, a huge giant.

Their height can reach 10-15 meters he said. I never thought there would ever be such a creature on earth. But the older I get, the more I know, there is no way a giant would make such buildings. The ruins were indeed tall, but not enough to contain a giant that reached 15 meters in height.

Rather than like a giant house, this building looks more like a luxury house, or maybe it can also be like large halls. Curious, footsteps began to be aimed among the rooms of the white ruins.

If I remember, I once met a poet. He said, there was once a great Empire that once ruled the Clayrien continent and its surroundings. The empire was majestic, advanced and also always told as a source of prosperity.

When completing missions, I often keep quiet and contemplating when sitting in the opposite city. Carrying a sword that was always in his pocket. Hearing the stories of the poet who was always humble in the city, there were so many poems from the poets I heard. Whether it's about, romance, sad drama, and also the heroic story of heroic characters. But the ears could not stop hearing a chant of poetry from a civilization in the past, when a great Empire was still ruling the world.

The poet stood tall proudly, wearing a strange outfit that no one had seen before. His hands were raised up, then he shouted with a high ego as if telling us a big story.

“Oh Sun – Your light shines on the big cities of our Empire. Eternity and success, continue to hit our magnificent buildings. Shining white, decorated by beautiful marble. The rivers flowed clear. Water flows from the cavities of the earth right into the heart of our city. How lucky we are!”

The sentence opened up, explaining how magnificent and prosperous the world was in the past. To be an ardent for people who are curious about past civilizations like myself. The poem continued, the poet now began to stare firmly at the audience as he began to chant again.

“No power can match our power, no power greater than ours. Our society prospers, enjoys its life well, our cities are large, even bigger than all the other cities on earth. Everyone can go anywhere, anyone can be anyone. A slave can be a king, a king can be a slave. No one knows what will happen to you in the future. Our Lord, continue to bless our empire!”.

Shortly after saying that the poet slowly began to lower his hands and contemplate, his expression now filled with sadness. His eyes were powerless to cry, as if he had actually experienced that incident in the past. In his tears he spoke again.

“But one day, that blessing has disappeared from our land. The beautiful buildings were now destroyed in shambles, burned to the ground by uncivilized humans. Our treasures were plundered, our people fought each other. They forget the struggle that their ancestors have shed. They forget the sweat and energy that their ancestors have shed to build our country!

The world is no longer beautiful, destroyed, filled with people who do not understand the beauty of our civilization. Destroyed by those who do not understand how to be a society like ours. The times have changed, the lands and empires I love are gone. Escape is not left, only ruins after ruins that fill the earth. I cried, but this is the end of our greed.

O our Lord, forgive the pride and gluttony of our fathers... “

The poet then stopped, lowered his hand and began to bow his head to the audience. There were cries from those who understood, the clapping did not stop, accompanying the poet as he got off the podium.

To this day, his words still ring in my head. He said the empire was still there, but not as big as it used to be, far away there, in the east, where countries were overflowing with boundless prosperity. The stories of those who have come there are like fantasy, a fairyland inhabited by fairies.

The empire was referred to as Avarice or, which was also better known by the people here as the Eastern Empire. The center of the world, where people come to study and trade. But unfortunately, it is too far away, even unthinkable costs and obstacles that I have to meet to get there. Perhaps, if god allows me to come and see for myself the remains of the relics of the splendor of the past someday.

The wind suddenly blew fiercely, hitting and making all my clothes seem to be lifted up. Unnatural, it was like a vortex, twisting and starting to get closer to me. The magic? I don't know, obviously I have to make sure. The head turned, looked and began to analyze what was happening.

From above it appeared that someone who was flying using magic was approaching. His clothes were purplish blue, wearing a large hat, and a thin robe that was quite long. It seemed like he was a high-level wizard who could use flying magic.

Flying magic itself is a high-level magic that is still rooted in the element of wind magic. Its use was extremely rare, if there was a high chance that they were high-level academy people and rarely appeared in the middle of society.

However, this was also the first time I had seen anyone using flying magic. In this world, magic is divided into several types, and its use is also divided into several types. Flying magic itself is part of pure magic, the magic of the wizards.

Although the name is pure magic, it does not mean that this magic can be learned by anyone and is general in nature. Instead, there are several levels that people can learn to learn pure magic. This magic is called pure magic because everyone who has mana in his body can learn the magic if he is really diligent in making the spell.

Pure magic itself is divided into 3 levels, basic level, intermediate level and high level. This pure magic also consists of 7 magic elements, namely Fire, Earth, Water, Wind, Electricity, Light, and Darkness. People who pursue and study this pure magic are seriously referred to as Wizards. A magician who studies and hones his skills at the Magic Academy.

Flying magic is magic that generally uses the wind element as its propulsion, and this magic has been at the highest level in pure magic, that is, high-level magic. Seeing someone use such magic in front of my eyes was a very rare thing.

“Any, very-very weird who exactly are you?” the witch who had been flying behind me had now landed and revealed herself. It turned out that she was a woman, her temper looked young, her eyes were bluish, her face was white yet not pale. His hands are small, and his height is medium. But I still did not expect, people of this young age could master high-level magic like flying magic.

After walking slowly he then looked at me from all directions, his behavior was quite disturbing, he continued to look back and forth like a buyer who saw a very interesting but cheap item in a storefront. His eyes and head were unceasingly staring at me, from my neck, body, back, thighs, and legs completely missing a single place not to be seen. It was as if he was looking for something that even I didn't know what it was. Before long, he stopped and started asking me something.

“While, are you really human? Though obviously your stamina is very big but even so you also have mana in you. Who the hell are you, anyway? Are you a swordsman who can also use magic at once? I'm really curious!”

Whereabouts? How could it be, when it was clear everything 10 years ago. I'm not talented as a magician, I can't fulfill my dream as a wizard. How could he say I have magic energy in my body?

“What do you mean? Whereabouts? I don't have it, can you not play around with that sentence?”

“Play what? I actually said it clearly, ‘how can there be any mana in your body?’ Though it was clear I said it like before but you also never believed. You know, my eyes can't be fooled by anyone”

“Any, I don't want to respond to you anymore, you better get out of here before my mood changes”.

This body walked slowly, turned around and began to leave the wizard, but he did not give up he then walked in front and blocked my steps.

“Alright I'm weird but let me analyze you for a minute, okay, let me prove ahh...

“Stop-!”

Suddenly a vortex of wind emerged from both hands, pushing and thickening the woman until it almost fell down.

What's...

What the hell is going on?

The wind was definitely not a natural wind, it was an effect of mana manipulation.

No. gabe...

Not likely...

All that is clear, everything I saw 10 years ago was clear, I had no mana at all in my body.

But why? Why am I able to suddenly use magic even without a slap?

He who was driven by the roar of wind produced by both my hands now started to smile widely. A terrifying look emerged from within him. With a smile he then began to extend his hand to me.

“My name is Alz, I am the youngest Archwizard from the north. Trust me, I'm very confident that I can develop your skills. So, nice to meet you”

No. gabe...

It's all a hoax no, I won't fall for the trick.

“I really appreciate and admire the intelligence of the Wizards especially by those who claim to be Archwizards like you. However, if you could use that to cheat, you would have mistakenly chosen people to be your victims.”

“Craud? All right then, try to catch this.”

A ball was thrown by Alz to me, familiar, unmistakable. This ball is a magic energy detection ball. But for what? Why should such hope be raised again?

“What is this for?”

“Hoo... The person who claimed to be completely devoid of magic energy questioned what that thing was. Are you really sure of your own words? That thing is a magic detection object that will certainly immediately light up when it is held by a person who has mana”.

A light shone brightly from that crystal ball. Bright, really bright, something I never imagined could be seen in my eyes. Something that had been just a dream now I really felt for myself.

“No.... Impossible, this is a hoax not”.

“This is all reality, accept it, and be a disciple of me”.

“What do you really want?”

“It's clear, isn't it? I wonder, how can there be someone who has chi as well as mana like you. Since I'm interested of course teaching you magic will be my greatest wish”.

I really didn't understand, but looking at his serious-looking face, I couldn't pick anything else. The sea of questions over the reason I live still continues to flow in my head, yet today. I've seen it.

Mothers...

I will be a witch everyone can be proud of.

“Alright, I accept your offer. But I'll kill you soon if you just cheat. Don't you think I'll hold back to lady”.

Alz smiled again and then confirmed a sentence to me.

“You can trust all my sentences, but you know of course teaching magic is very difficult and this is not free”.

“Then what do you want as payment?”

“Give me Meaning of Life”