The Last Orellen

Chapter 13: Basic Magical Practice

Basic Magical Practice

There were only three potential reading teachers in the villagea retired priest with a foul temper, a ships captain who would be gone as soon as the sea ice cleared, and an old woman named Nanu.

Nanu was called half-wizarn, a title which earned her only a bit more respect than shed have been afforded by her great age alone. Shed studied magic in the big town on the other side of the island when she was a young girl, but she hadnt continued the study for long enough to learn much of worth. She had, however, learned how to read, and she was one of the few people who owned books and scrolls.

Fourteen of them. It was by far the largest collection of literature in the village.

She came to the pig barn the day after the bonfire, apparently the only adult in town who wasnt still nursing a hangover. While Jorn winced in the light of the precious, magical sun crystals that kept the pigs happy at this time of year, Nanu pondered each beast, checking them from their teeth to their tails. She finally selected one for herselfa stocky hybrid between the special pigs from the continent and the sturdier local breedand the deal was complete.

And bring one of these with you when you come, she said with a gesture to the crystals. Well need light to read by, and my old eyes dont like candles so much anymore.

The next day, Kalens mother bundled him up in so many clothes he looked like he would be trekking across the whole island instead of just the length of the village, and she sent him out the door with a box that held a jar of preserved berries and one of the valuable crystals.

The chosen pig would be fattened up and butchered before it was delivered to the reading teacher.

Nanu didnt live in one of the long cabins that were usually shared by extended families in the village. Instead, she had her own small house on the outskirts. Kalen knocked and was allowed in. It was grim insidedark and cramped compared to his own familys housebut his parents would never forgive him if he spoke such a rude thought out loud.

Good morning, Teacher Nanu, he said. Exactly how one should greet a teacher had been a source of discussion among his parents and his aunt and uncle for most of yesterday. This was what they had all decided on. Ive brought the sun crystal and some preserves for you.

The woman nodded. Thank your mother for me, then. Im not one to say no to a jar of summertime in the depths of winter.

She pointed a gnarled finger to a small table and two chairs by the hearth, and Kalen took his seat.

Never taught much. Nanu plucked an ancient, leather-bound book from the wooden chest that doubled as a platform for her bedroll. Lets see how we do.

The continents main alphabet had thirty-six symbols in it. Every symbol made a sound. There were a few additional special symbols that could be added to the letters to change the way they were said in words. Nanu explained all of this while they drank tea. I guess the thing to do is have you learn six letters today and six tomorrow and so on, she said. In six days, youll have the bulk of it, and well start putting them together into words.

Working with a crumbling white stick that his teacher called chalk, Kalen drew the six shapes on a smooth piece of stone. He said their pronunciations out loud as he did it.

Remembering the sounds was much easier than drawing the shapes. After only a bit of study, the sounds and the look of the shapes stuck in his head like theyd been nailed there. But when he tried to draw them himself on the stone they looked more like random squiggles than the proper letters Nanu had shown him.

You must have a smart head and stupid fingers, she said. I suppose thats better than it being the other way around.

I can do it.

Kalen had suffered a nightmare last nightone about a woman in blue silk arriving in town and revealing to the whole village that she was his real mother. Shelba had tried to wrestle her for telling such lies, but of course, they werent lies. And then the woman had used her wizarn powers to drop all the villagers except for Kalen in the ocean.

He gripped the chalk stick tighter. The faster he worked, the faster he would learn to read. The faster he learned to read, the faster he could get back to spending his days just like he always had. And then the nightmares would go away.

Maybe I should learn twelve symbols today, instead of six, he said the moment his first one looked vaguely similar to his teachers.

Nanu shrugged. Ill tell you all of em if you want, small man. As I said, Ive little experience teaching.

So they were underway.

Kalen was highly motivated, and he had plenty of hours to devote to the project. He had few chores to begin with, and his mother, feeling sorry for stealing his eighth year, helped him with them. He could study the letters for as long as he pleased.

When he showed his work to his cousins and discovered that none of them could memorize the sounds and symbols as quickly as he could, the process became a source of pride. But eventually it was time to combine the letters into words, and Kalen stumbled into his first real trouble.

The letters and their sounds couldnt be put together in the way that made sense.

He spoke the same now as any other child of Hemarland, and while the continents manner of speech wasnt impossible to understand, it made everything more challenging than it needed to be. They spread their words out more, putting spaces where it sounded like none should be. And the vowel sounds werewell, it wasnt even easy in his own name!

But why cant I write it Kaulin sonoo Jyorna!? he pleaded with Nanu. Those are the best sounds for it! Thats my name.

Aye, but on the continent, sonoo isnt one word. Its two. There, you are Kalen, son of Jorn. If you write it the other way, people might misunderstand it. And even if they do understand it, theyll think you had a poor teacher.

Groaning, Kalen set aside his chalk. I dont understand why the continent gets to decide everything about reading.

Its because thats where almost all the books are written, said Nanu.

Just because the continent is bigger than Hemarland? Dont some people here write books, too? Maybe in Baitown?

Mayhap one or two people have. Nanu frowned at him. But I am thinking now you dont realize some important things about the world you live in. Lets have a different sort of lesson today.

From her book chest, she pulled out an enormous and beautiful map.

Kalen had seen a couple of maps before. Uncle Holv was a ships captain, and though he was not a reader in the same way that Nanu was, he did have charts. But the maps Kalen had seen were mostly maps of the Free Waters, with some of the islands nearest Hemarland on one side and a strip of land on the opposite to mark the edge of the continent.

The map Teacher Nanu had was a map of the whole entire world. And it was not what Kalen had expected.

At the center of the map was an enormous landmass, one that took up more than a third of the paper.

This is the continent, said Nanu, pointing to the landmass. All around it are the Bound Watersthe parts of the sea claimed by the many countries and kingdoms there.

She drew her finger from the center of the continent northward and westward. Everything that is not the continent or the rift is an island. Ours is bigger than most. It is here.

Hemarland was tiny. And though there was a mark for Baitown, there wasnt even a dot to indicate Kalens village.

Now do you understand why most of the books are written in the continental tongue?

Kalen understood. But he didnt like it at all.

What about the rift? he asked, scanning the map for another large shape. He wanted something substantialbig enough to steal some of the continents thunder.

Nanu stood from the table and curved the edges of the map around to meet each other. It isnt accurate, since the world is shaped like a sphere, but its here. Do you see?

In the place where the edges of the map met, directly across the imaginary sphere from the continent, the artist had drawn a gaping void with frothing waters surrounding the edge. Kalen tilted his head. I dont know what thats supposed to be.

It's like a ditch dug into the existence of the world, she said.

Its empty? Kalen asked, disturbed by the notion.

Its empty of world and full of something else.

What?

Magic.

Kalen leaned in, running his fingers gently over the fine artwork, trying to grasp the idea of an empty-but-full ditch in the world.

That was when he saw it. The cartographers signature. He sounded the letters out in his head, practicing his new skill. Meg. I. Mon. Or. Ell

Mejeemoan Orellen, he said suddenly, his mouth going dry. Someone named Orellen made this map!

Nanu looked at the name. "I think it's properly pronounced meg-eye-mun, but I'm not sure enough to correct you. Aye, he was some powerful old wizarn who could move himself round the world as he pleased. Though, it was the original he made. This one is only a copy. Its a famous map.

Nanu didnt seem that interested in the mapmaking Orellen. And though Kalen told himself not to be interested either, he couldnt help prodding a little. I heardonce I heard a story that wizarns could tear holes in the air, big enough for twenty men to walk through.

Ha! Mayhap they can, but not many of them I'd wager. She began to roll the map back up with care. If memory serves an old woman, Orellen is what they call the portal wizarns, who can travel far and wide. They are one of the great wizarn families on the continent. But I do not think it's an easy magic even for such as them.

Sothey can go wherever they want? Kalen tried to sound like he was merely curious even though fear was settling in. They could show up right here in the village?

Well, thats not a thing to worry about, said Nanu. Wizarns do not much like Hemarland. There are only a handful in Baitown even, and most of those are Islanders from elsewhere in the Free Waters, used to living with magic that ebbs and flows. On the continent, the magic is steady like a pool, but the closer you go round the sphere of the world toward the rift side, the more unsteady it gets. Here in Hemarland we have much magic one day and none at all the next. And no way of knowing which it will be!

Why is it like that?

She shrugged. Magic in this world pours out from the rift, pools at the continent, and everywhere else, it eddies or comes and goes like the tide. Mayhap if Id studied under my wizarn teacher for more than a few months, Id know why, but I dont.

Do you ever do magic, Teacher Nanu?

Not much for one like me to do. I can light a fire with my magic, but any man with a fire stone can do the same. And I can feel it sometimes, when the power is flowing high around our island, but any soul in the village can look up into the sky and see it plain for themselves at such times.

In the sky?

The aurora. The bright one that comes. That's magic from the rift traveling across the sky. Non-wizarns see it just like a regular one, but brighter. But your old teacher can feel it in her skin, and she can see some of the colors to it beyond what others can see.

Kalen blinked. The big aurora? The one that gave him shivers and was always too colorful in that strange waylike a regular aurora with crackles and flashes of rainbow light at the edges. Could everyone not see those?

But the Orellen family was a wizarn family. So maybe

Now, thats enough distraction for one day, said Teacher Nanu. Do you understand why you cant spell your words however you please if you want folk to read them the right way?

He groaned. Yes.

They worked on his reading until early afternoon, when the sky grew dark. Before he left, Nanu entrusted him with his very first book. She let him pick between two of the fourteen she had because she said they were the easiest to read. Took em with me when I left my master in Baitown as a girl. And they werent worth enough for him to come take them back.

One was a thick historical biography about a famous practitioner of the fire arts. The other was a thin, leather-bound book with no title on the cover. Kalen opened it and read the first page, carefully sounding out the words. Basic Magical Practices of the Leflayr Family, NovishaNovesh

Novitiate, Nanu said after he'd struggled a while. Its a word that means beginner.

Novitiate Stage, said Kalen.

Aye. Itll be a boring read for a non-wizarn. Well, it was a boring one for me even when I was trying to be a wizarn. But its meant for children, so I think it will be easier than the others I have.

Kalen hesitated. He supposed there wasnt too much difference between reading a book about a wizarn and reading a book that would teach you how to do wizarn things. After all, it wasnt like he had to learn the wizarn things. He just had to read the words. And maybemaybe there would be something helpful in the book. Instructions for how to stop other wizarns from finding you or kidnapping you or dropping the people of your village into the sea.

Ill take Basic Practices, he said. And Ill be very careful with it, Teacher Nanu.

She nodded. Just dont chuck it in the hearth or down a well, and it should be fine. It has some kind of durability enchantment on it, so clumsy young hands wont do it any harm.

Kalen wrapped the book up in a cloth anyway before he set off into the rapidly darkening afternoon. It felt like he was carrying a secret, even though that was ridiculous. Nobody in the village cared what book hed borrowed from his teacher. They couldnt even read it.

So why did he feel guilty?

Im not going to do anything but read the words, he muttered to himself as he stomped across the snowy ground. Im not going to learn the wizarn spells unless theres a very good one. One that will keep wizarns away forever.

But Kalen knew what it felt like when he told a lie.

And these words already felt like a big one.

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Kalen studied the book for three weeks, and he had read every word in it several times when the aurora came again.

The aurorathe rift magicwoke him from his sleep in the middle of the night. He felt the familiar shiver, like an icy wind trying to press its way into him. He automatically pushed back.

Then, he paused.

Dont do it, Kalen, he thought. Dont do it. Its bad. It will mess things up.

He pushed back some more. Unbidden, words from the book appeared in his head. He hadn't meant to memorize them. Really, he hadn't. But it was hard to read something very interesting over and over again without remembering some of it.

The first step for the young practitioner is mastering the interaction between ambient and internal mana. It is helpful for beginners to assume the standard meditation pose. One must invite the magic into ones body

I wont.

This process can be difficult the first time it is attempted.

I dont take that as a challenge.

The supervision of a more experienced practitioner is helpful.

None of those here.

This is an exciting time for a Leflayr family novice. It's only the first step of many on the road to a greater understanding of the universe and true power.

Kalen bit his lower lip. He stopped pushing.

Your first results may be small. Failure is an expected part of the learning process.

Kalen felt the shivering all over his skin now, and he pulled his furs up around his chin. It didnt matter if he had no idea what the standard meditation pose the book talked about was. He thought he knew what to do. Hed been pushing the magic away every time the aurora came for months. And an invitation was just the opposite of a push, wasnt it?

Plusif the results would be smallwould it really be so bad to try it?

Push it away, Kalen. Do it.

But Kalen had lost his battle the moment he chose this book. For the first time, instead of pushing the magic away, he pulled it toward him.

There was the briefest instant of pause, a feeling that was barely resistance, thensomething flooded into him. It was bright and hot and strong.

Its not small.

At the novice level, it was normal for ones magical senses to be dull. The book had said something about carefully observing new threads of incoming mana, but...

Kalens whole self felt like it was expanding and unfolding. Threadswhat threads? There were rivers pouring into him and through him, circulating around his body in complicated ways and with incomprehensible purpose.

A warning: the experience will be tiring at first.

Kalen had never been more awake.

Drawing magic into oneself for the first time requires a great deal of mental concentration and effort.

It was almost as easy as breathing. And it felt twice as important. Kalen was dizzy and thrilled and alive. It was such a good feeling. Such a right feeling.

Oh no, he thought, dread and ecstasy coursing through him in equal measure as he drew in another deep breath of the magic. Oh no, Kalen. Youve done it now.

He couldnt even pretend to lie to himself anymore. If this feeling was the gift the Orellen name brought to go along with all the fear and trouble

Kalen was going to grab it with both hands.

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