Page 22 of Is It Wrong to Escape My Fate? (Dealing With Fate #1)
Back to the task at hand, I learned there were three important parts for standard teleportation: transporting one or more entities to a specific location.
First, the Sigil — or the combination of Runes — should be understood by the caster as it would be written, painted or whichever method to inscribe it, with the mana pulled out of you.
Simply copying it from a book wouldn’t achieve the same effect if you didn’t understand what each Rune meant; the magic wouldn’t hold.
Thankfully, a Sigil was a semi-permanent inscription, like charcoal on paper.
They didn’t need to be inscribed every time, but they did fade over time and needed to be redrawn once in a while.
Second — the mage must have enough mana to cast the actual spell. This was why it was common to have a different teleport mage to inscribe the Sigil than the mage to cast the spell; both required tremendous amounts of magic.
Lastly, third — as the spell is cast, the mage must have a clear vision in their mind of the target destination. It couldn’t be vague or blurry; they should be familiar with the location or else the teleported entities might not arrive at the place they wanted to.
There were also advanced forms of teleportation.
There were past accounts of powerful mages able to teleport without a Sigil, but those were second or third-hand knowledge at best. No one in recent history knew how to accomplish it.
Mass teleportation spells, however, were properly documented; it involved inscribing several Sigils linked together with several mages casting the spell in unison.
These were still in active use, how entire armies could travel to the battlefield’s region without massive delays.
Knowing these things, it made me wonder: if all you needed to teleport to a location was intimate familiarity, would it be possible to go back to my apartment?
I definitely knew the place; I raised myself there for three years.
Then all I had to focus on was understanding the Sigil and learning the spell.
Progress, finally!
“Can I skip lunch?” I asked Mia when I noticed the time on the wall clock. That would be an extra hour to read some more.
“Unfortunately not, my lady,” Mia looked regretful. “We promised Lord Alec to keep you healthy.”
The mention of my brother made me curious. “Have you met Alec this past week?”
“Rather than him, I visited my brother a couple of times,” Mia admitted. “Lord Alec was too busy. From what I had seen, he had a special room in his dorm for his research. Milo told me it had something to do with Recovery magic.”
I didn’t know Alec specialized in that branch of magic.
At my confused look, Mia supplied, “Lord Alec is learning to be a support mage rather than a healer, my lady.
Before Master Derrick became the family physician, the household had a much older doctor, Master Jeremus, if you could remember him.
He taught Lord Alec about healing and support magic before he passed.
“I realize this might be partly the reason for your fuzzy memory, but you were a sickly girl,” Mia clarified even more, fiddling with her book. “He might not say it, but I think Lord Alec chose this path for you. Even though you had been steadily getting healthier over the years.”
My heart twinged at the thought. My brain didn’t supply me with any memories or even a slight remembrance of it, but the knowledge he would choose a life path for his sister was gut wrenching.
It wasn’t easy to make me cry, but with Alec, it didn’t take much to do it.
A tear slid down my cheek, and I was about to wipe it away when I heard Mia gasp and a different hand did it for me.
“Who made you cry?” the green-haired librarian asked as he pulled his hand away from my face.
“Myself,” I muttered, wiping the other eye before the tear fell. “Were you watching?”
How else would he know? Besides, I already knew he did; either my senses were attuned to his presence, or he wasn’t being subtle at all. I liked to think it was the first one because that meant I could notice him despite trying his best not to.
“Lord Caenum,” Mia quickly stood and bowed, and I froze on my seat.
Caenum? As in the same Caenum who hosted us for a night on the way to the academy? The same Caenum who proposed marriage to me?
“Theodore,” he mumbled, not taking his eyes off me.
Of course, the son they wanted me to marry. He loves reading, his mother’s voice echoed in my mind; no wonder he was a librarian for the academy. And that explained his familiarity when I couldn’t place it before; he looked equally between his father and mother.
Might as well be courteous despite our previous interactions. “I’m Beatrix Gadreel Havenglow.” I bowed meekly.
“No need to introduce yourself,” he whispered, caressing my cheek, oddly reminiscent of Amos’s action. “My wife.”
Did he just —
He did.
“Forgive my impertinence, my lord, but we are not married, nor betrothed,” I stated evenly, keeping my tone neutral to hide the fact I didn’t appreciate his impertinence.
Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t refuse if our families deemed it appropriate to marry us off.
He was cute in that gloomy, scrunkly kind of way, and I was at ease with him even when he was being a creep staring at me from dark corners.
The last statement sounded way better before I voiced it out in my head.
“Not yet, ” he grumbled, letting my face go.
I didn’t need any more presumptuous men right now. I was already making progress. No need to complicate it further, right, universe? Or the fates? Or whichever entity was worshipped here?
Theodore caught my attention again when he placed a different book next to the one I was reading. “More detailed information,” he mumbled, his words slurring together. “Advanced, but more practical than the theoretical one you’re reading.”
Just as with our only other conversation before, he was being very thoughtful. Maybe that was why I was so comfortable with his creepiness. His good-looking face only helped. “Thank you, Lord Theodore.”
“Theodore,” he corrected me as he walked away.
“I guess he already approved of marrying you, my lady,” Mia commented when he was out of earshot. My unamused face made her smile.