My Servant System

Didn’t really think it would be that easy to find some sort of correlation between these kinds of magics and yet here I was, understanding how my Elemental magic and my new Fae magic were able to be utilized in similar ways.

The structure was there in those trees just like how there was structure in the Ritual Circles I utilized for spell casting; it just wasn’t structured in a typical way that was easily legible to someone who was so accustomed to extremely rigid formatting.

It was like picking out a few words that were similar in two different languages, words that came from one and were implemented into the other with a slight twist that fit that separate tongue; you could recognize it if you looked hard enough, and when you did you could potentially pick it apart for a few more hints here and there.

That was what the last few minutes had turned into, and slowly using my little cheat sheet on the back of my neck I was able to get a sort of rudimentary understanding of how the magics were similar and where they differed.

Almost immediately upon doing so the trees began to dissipate when I pushed my mana into my eyes, freeing up a whole lot of space around me as half of the forest disappeared in mere seconds, leaving me in a sparse forest.

The most pressing concern though was that a few of those ’trees’ had become something else entirely, which was where I finally managed to shed some of my fear as I instead prepared for a fight; I could finally see what was going on and actually make progress towards leaving, so this was no longer as terrifying as before.

Floating in the place of the trunks that had been standing firm just a second ago were these little faeries that were just... downright stereotypical at first; four paper thing wings of chitin flapped seemingly dozens of times a second to keep a six inch tall creature afloat, wrapped in a cocoon of magic that took on an amorphous shape.

Where my view on magic was extremely cold, logical and structured, the magic I was seeing before me was mercurial and ’natural’, doing as it pleased seemingly without any input from the faeries sleeping soundly within it.

The strands of mana were wispy and ’alive’, creating the illusions that kept the faeries safe while also nurturing them as they sucked any additional mana out of the air, feeding it to the faeries and allowing them to remain in this suspended state.

There were easily hundreds of the damn things floating all around me, and with that revelation I was also greeted with the sight of footprints pressed into the snow all around me; footprints that matched my own, meaning I hadn’t been walking in a straight line whatsoever.

Another illusion added onto everything else, with one of those additional things being the sudden lack of fear I had as it just drained away, like it was never even there to begin with.