3. Unexpected Surprise, but not Unwelcome!
The visit to the Dragon Reserve was mundane, despite my first encounter with the Dragons!
The Dragons in this world were large, but not as massive as the Dragons are depicted in one worlds.
Despite their sizes, an adult dragon is as large as eighty feet from snout to tail. Large compared to even the Basilisks, true.
But compared to Dragons in other worlds: Deathwing, Smaug...Not to mention, even Gore Magala in Monster Hunter world were bigger!
The jaw of a dragon was wide enough to eat a child whole, but not an adult. It was big. Terrifying Lizard with massive claws, magically resistant hide, ability to fly, And Breath Fire was a terrifying idea! Seeing them up close was a revelation...
But I expected more!
I realised it was my Essence of the Warrior at play here, as my mind could think of hundreds of ways to trap and kill a Dragon, should I encounter it in the wild with my current skillset.
I could think of at least seventy six ways to escape unscathed, while dealing a fatal blow to the Dragon.
I could think of Bushcraft traps to lure the dragon, using the numerous terrains and environment to use against the dragon.
I could think of ways to levy its unfair advantage against it, and I could spot thirty weak points to exploit should it be necessary.
My mind was doing all this within a few seconds, as my mind was memorising it all at the same insane pace.
All in all, it was an enlightening trip, as we had a picnic on a cliff, in the grass overlooking an Archipelago.
Mother packed sandwiches, as we ate some cake and drank hot piping coffee.
We returned for the evening, as I went straight to bed for my early start into Diagon Alley the next day, as I kissed my mother goodbye and eventually lay down in bed, letting the final powerup, the Random Video Game Character Package Orb crush in my grip.
And my world exploded in bright light!
As soon as I crushed the light, a Gigantic Dragon loomed over me. He was Massive. Titanic. Bigger than any Thing I had seen up close!
It was so big, that it curled around a giant blue and green Sphere, as its claws crawled deceptively slowly as it snorted in my face.
The Dragon was golden in colour, as it scrutinized me with his massive eyes, as I realised his eye was as big as the Empire State Building! Bloody Hell!
I was miniscule compared to it, as I could do nothing but freeze in place, as the dragon inched closer, until its snout gently reached within my touching distance.
I froze as I gently reached out bravely, until my small palm rested on the Titanic...
Wait a fucking minute!
The Blue Sphere is a Fucking Planet, isn't it? Bloody Hell!
My mind froze, as I felt the Dragon huff in what I presumed is amusement, as he drew back.
When it did, I felt my hand still warm to the touch, as I felt the warmth spreading into me and touching me where I didn't know you could even touch!
The massive Dragon huffed again, as I heard a grumbling voice in my mind.
"A piece of me rests inside you. You are my son, in all but blood. You may not live in Nirn, but you will carry me inside you in your journey. Do with my power as you see fit. But remember. A Dragon does not bow. A Dragon does not fear fire. You are a Force of Nature. You possess a seed of my soul, that will grow with you. Live well, little Dovah. Live well Dragonborn."
My mind exploded in warm glowing light, as I opened my eyes, and saw my Mother looking worried at me.
I was floating in bed, a few feet higher, as the dark room was glowing with a bright warm glow, that I realised was coming from me.
Magic was oozing from my body, as my Essence of Archmage pulled it all and dragged it within.
My body felt like it was on fire, but instead of hurting, the fire was comforting, it was loving. I felt the flames caress me gently, as I realised the flames and fire had burnt the bed and all my clothes.
My fire was so hot, that Mother had a Shield Charm as she looked with tears streaming down her eyes at me.
She was in her Night Gown, as I deduced she was probably rushed to the sight of me burning.
I was okay. More than okay, in fact. But I couldn't tell her so. My mouth was clamped, as I felt my body freeze up as I tried to move.
Just as I got the "Memory Package" of Ignatius Brandt, so did I get the memory package of one unnamed being who fought Alduin and ate his soul.
The Last Dragonborn, not the weak character on the Chopping Block as the World-Eater destroyed Helgen. No. This was the Archmage of Winterhold, master of Destruction and Alteration School of Magic, blessed by Kynareth and Talos, sharing an unwilling patronage of Hermeus Mora and Sheogorath, who was armed with an Ebony Armour or Ebony Mail and an Ebony Axe blessed by Azura, Night Mother, Hermeus Mora, Sheogorath and Kyne.
The Ebony Mail became an Ebony Armour, after the Dragonborn took the Ebony Mail blessed by Daedric Prince Boethiah and used Enchanting to add the gifted Ebony Gauntlet from Azura and Ebony Boots from Mephala, along with stealing Ebony Helmet from Mehrunes Dagon.
The Ebony Axe had a similar history, as it was forged and "modded" with several Enchantments and "gifts" from the Daedric Princes who rewarded the Dragonborn, me, for the quests.
And the two nearly Divine Artifacts were in my inventory, as I felt my current self ger influenced by the Half Breton and Half Nord lineage, as my jaw and my body began to change as mother watched in horror.
I felt myself getting upright, as my mind slotted in place, as a glowing Black Box appeared in my Inventory. "Dragonborn's Hammerspace", it said, as I took to my feet, as the fire receded in me.
The flames began to cool down, as I could at will control the energy in them, and absorb it back inside me.
The sudden loss of fire and energy made it feel much cooler, as the room grew darker in absence of my glow!
Mother leapt to me, as she hugged me desperately sobbing as she held me on tight.
"My son, my son. My Son." Mother cried as I gently patted her back, as she sobbed louder.
"I am okay mother. It was a blessing. Not a curse." I told her softly, as she harshly pulled back and stared at me.
"You were burning, Iggy. You were on Fiendfyre. You should have died in that Infernal Flames. It was a Curse!" She mumbled, as I sighed and leaned back.
The separation caused my mother to choke on tears, as she looked at me worriedly.
I smiled at her, as I wiped the tears on her face, before looking at the burning Fireplace.
I walked to it, dragging my mother along, as Mother walked numbly to the warm cackling fire.
Before she could say anything, I put my hand on the burning firewood, as mother gasped and tried to pull my hand back, only to look in shock and confusion, as my skin was unmarred, unscarred, and unburnt.
I showed her my hand, as I again put my hand in the fire, as she watched this time carefully with wide eyes, as the cackling fire and the burning wood failed to hurt me.
"I am now immune to fire, mother. No fire from anything in this world, will ever harm me. The Gubraithian Fire, Fiendfyre, even Dragon Fire will not hurt me. I am now a Dragon, mother."
Selene gasped at my flat delivery, as I held out my hand and a small flame danced on my palm as mother watched in awe at the blatant display of wandless magic.
Selene Brandt's POV
Selene watched with awe as her kleine Schatz performed a feat of wandless magic without any fatigue or concentration.
It came naturally to him, as if he was born for it. Selene was an Oclumens, her calm mind dissected the sudden perturbation in her serene and peaceful eleven years of life with Ignatius, her darling son, and her only reason to live anymore.
Iggy was a genius, there was no doubt about it. And she didn't want her parents to bring him into the fold of her House, wifhout giving her time to ensure her son would survive the pond of crocodiles that was her family.
Her mind levitated to her Family Name. Brandt. Old German Noun from the verb brennen. To burn. Fire has always been the symbol of House Brandt, and the runes Kaunan and Sowilo, the former for torch and the latter for light, were etched in their Ancestral Home in a Runic sequence above Othala, which stands for Family and Prosperity.
Fire has always been their heritage, as her family often produced the best Pyromancers when Battlemages were required for war.
Her dead husband, who she mourned for, officially that is, had no such occurence recorded or conveyed.
To the world and the rest of the family, she was grieving the loss of her One True Love, which prevented her from remarrying.
In truth, known only to her parents, she loved her husband very much, naïve as she was. She later found out that a floozy from Lestrange family from France was her Husband's lover, and they had hatched a plot to kill her in childbirth, leaving her son as a puppet to the Lestrange family as her husband loved the Lestrange witch enough to give up his own flesh and blood, like a lamb to a slaughter.
She found out about their conspiracy, killed her husband "accidentally", captured the Lestrange slut to exercise her own brand of punishment, as she drove the Lestrange House to the ground.
Her in-laws had used old Scrying magic and found out about this, and since then, the two families had decided to keep wary of each other.
She was glad, as she soon found out, that the son in her womb was a gift from magic, itself!
A genius and born with such powerful magic, that his accidental magic shattered the wards on his Baby Room. Her servant would often complain of jolts of shock as she tried to change the baby's soiled diapers.
She had to silence her of course. Selene couldn't let her son's magical prowess come to light!
Even when he could walk and sleep by himself, Ignatius would shake the Manor she lived in, alone and far away from her family, for fear of them seeing the gift of magic, that was her son.
She commissioned a Warding Sequence around the House and bought a Townhouse in London, which he had Gringotts Goblins cover with sufficient wards to keep her son's "accidental magic" from destroying the House.
When they moved here, the House would bleed off the silent rumbles from the magic emanated from Ignatius into the wardstone, as she finally saw her son's magic growing further as he would often leave his toys and his books floating in air as he slept.
She had adapted to this new norm, and accepted the change willingly, as it meant her child was extraordinarily powerful and only going to grow from there!
The expected rumbling were much higher, the night before last, when Iggy's Hogwarts letter came for him.
He slept without his dinner, and when the wards shook violently, Selene wondered, if she should call Cursebreakers to increase the strength of the wards. Perhaps a ritual to strengthen the Wardstone?
She was absentminded when they went to the trip, but Iggy's lacklustre enthusiasm irked her.
She expected Iggy to look at the Dragons in awe and wonder, as she loved the sight of his wide purple eyes staring with the childish wonder, she missed in her son.
She got bigger response from the Bloody Bowtruckles!
Iggy wasn't dismissive of the dragons by any measure. No. He just... analyzed them with deeo thoughts as she saw him stand in place lost in his thoughts, as he looked at every inch of the dragon.
The night was a surprise, when the Goblin Wards on her Townhouse shattered as she put on her gown, grabbed the Emergency Portkey from the bedside table, and rushed to her son's room only to gasp in shock, as her son was burning with fire so bright and so potent, it burnt the stone walls, reduced the bed to ashes. Destroyed the windows. And caused the Goblin Wards to shatter!
She could only use a heavily powerful Shield Charm and look in absolute despair as her son burnt from what could only be Fiendfyre, from the kind of heat coming from it!
When she saw the wandless magic on her son's palm dissipate, she regained her thoughts, as she gave a shaky smile to her son who tried and failed to reassure her.
What does he even understand about being a Dragon? And why did he even know about Gubraithian Fire?
She could worry about it later, as she took her son's palm, which she now realised was hot to touch.
His entire posture had changed, as he walked like a Predator now, as his steps were measured and his hand resting as if he had a weapon on his waist.
His fingers were tracing an absent shape, as his breathing had slowed and calmed down to a steady pace.
His sudden change was alarming, but she didn't react as she gently led her son to her room.
His bed was destroyed, and he needed to sleep.
She expected his nightly accidental magic to cause havoc, and with the wards shattered, she didn't trust him to sleep alone in his room.
She had planned to talk to his Head of House when he is sorted at Hogwarts, about a ward, as had half a mind to home school her son to avoid the scrutiny.
Her son was bashful, as she palmed her wand in her right hand, as she made her son sleep to her left.
She cozied up, as she spooned her little boy as kissed her goodbye and soon fell asleep.
Selene had ordered her House-Elf to quietly bring a Pepper-Up Potion to her. She expected to need looking over son all night, as she had also Essence of Dittany placed near the table, should either her or her son find need of it.
She drank the potion, as she held her son silently, as she was now prepared for his sudden bouts of accidental magic. Which never came.
She was shocked, as the morning sun peaked through the window, and her son woke up fresh and ready, even more vibrant than ever, with the glowing exception of lack of any accidental magic!
What is happening?
Ignatius Brandt POV:
Mother looked shocked as I woke up by the morning sun.
I was refeshed as all that magic and warmth made me feel rejuvenated.
I smiled at my mother and got ready as we had our breakfast, before we decided to go on our Hogwarts Shopping Spree in Diagon Alley!
The Diagon Alley has many entrances, as we entered through a Floo, instead of going to the Leaky Cauldron.
Mother warned me from ever going there, and instead she gave me a card, and a operator number to use on the Muggle side for assistance should I ever need one.
1990s didn't have mobile phones, people still carried Address Books, internet was a new "fad", that people thought would wear out! After all, what use would a regular person need with "E-Mails"?
The card mother gave me was a "fixer" guy of sorts who was a squib on retainer to assist with the Muggle side of things. I carefully memorised the number, pocketed the card and followed her, as she took me around the many shops around for my Hogwarts supplies.
"Pewter Cauldron is a bare minimum to keep your reactive ingredients from leaking out. You need a Copper Lined one. Thicker wall. Size 10 will serve you well till your Potions Mastery." The girl at the counter informed me, as mother nodded along.
I looked at the letter and then back at the girl. "But I need at least a Size 12." I replied as both her and my mother laughed.
"Oh son. The size is always read backwards. Size 12 is smaller than Size 10!" Mother cheerfully replied as I looked at their amused looks and the cauldron in front of me.
"Then, what do you do after Size 0? Size Negative 2?" I asked confused, as both mother and the salesgirl gave me odd looks.
"Then it is not a cauldron anymore, is it? Size 0 will be bigger than any largest Potion Making Company ever needs. The most I have ever seen is a Size 4!" The girl explained as I looked between the two, and with a sigh asked the girl.
"Is there a size sheet, with dimensions and specifications for the Cauldrons?" I asked as I received those odd looks again!
"What does he mean Madame Brandt?" The girl asked mother who sighed and shook her head.
"I don't understand him either." She replied as I sighed.
"Fine. Could you bring out that Quick Quill please?" I asked the girl, who handed me the quill and parchment that was making a tally in the back.
She told me it was a selfhinking quill, and required no inkwell to be set aside.
I made the quill draw a margin and then columns for each circular dimension, like the diameter of the base, the diameter of the waist or the oblong part, and finally the diameter of the neck and the rim. I then made a column for the material of the Cauldron, the lining, and finally the Width of the Cauldron walls.
The columns were decoratively made for asthetic purposes, and a small diagram of the Cauldron was made on the top of the Parchment with the parameters like diameters and width labelled with location and significance.
I handed the Parchment to the Girl, who had called an old lady who had wiped her hands on some cloth and come out to see my mother.
They were both watching curiously as I handed the Parchment to the girl.
"The Parchment has columns now, for all the relevant measurements and sizes, along with an important column to note the volume of potion it can safely hold. Fill this sheet for every size of the Cauldron, and next time you could Owl Order this sheet for your customer's perusal. Every relevant information is on the table, and any relevant information that may be missing here could be marked with an asterisk and noted at the bottom."
The three witches looked at the parchment in amazement, as the older witch, who must be the Owner of the shop, had a glimmer in her eyes.
"It would make it far easier to explain the sizes, and oh, I could give this to the Foundry to specify the sizes, too. My, my! Madame Brandt, your son is so enterprising and brilliant! He would do right by the business. Oh! Merlin!" She exclaimed as she gave me a kiss on my cheek and left with a cackle.
Mother smiled at me proudly, before choosing our Size 10 Cauldron and leaving.
When we were out the door, mother squeezed my hand. "Do you think we could make something like that table for anything?" She asked as I nodded as if it should be obvious!
To an engineer, or anyone in the technical profession, these data sheets and tables were their bread and butter. Steam Tables, Torque Curves, Energy Diagrams... Engineers survived on these tables and charts!
Granted, they were less datasheets by 2020s, and more like software package in CAD softwares, but the core idea remains the same!
It is these little things that are taken for granted, that make such significant changes!
I turned to my mother. "Any product, service or any sellable item can be described by certain parameters and described by a few salient features. Compounding a table with these listed features should be a staple for any shop or sales employee." I declared as Mother nodded absently.
"I will see to it, that our businesses keep a sales chart like that!" I nodded as we went next to the guy selling suitcases.
"I want a suitcase with shrinking charm, feather-weight charm and security charms on it. I want to be able to selectively access what's inside, without needing a Summoning Charm." I informed the shopkeeper who looked at Mother's stern gaze then nodded nervously.
"I would need at least a few hours to finish the charms on it." He asked as mother nodded.
"You have until sundown. I will send my elf to collect it." She declared as she paid the guy and we were out the door.
Our other shopping was simpler, as for Books from Flourish and Botts, I asked for undamaged second hand books. Mother gave me a curious look, as I smiled.
"Some used books would have useful reference notes on them. It would be handy to have particular thoughts of academically inclined students, no?" I asked as Mother smirked.
I perused through, as I found a few good gems where I recognised books from hard working students.
I bought the entire set, as I didn't even see how many books were inside.
Mother paid the shocked salesman, a young boy who looked at Mother with a dumbstruck look.
I sneered at his face, as he was unmoving, and standing in place staring at Mother.
I moved my hand, as a small bolt of lightning, hit the guy in his nether regions, as he shrieked and collapsed on the floor wailing and grabbing his crotch.
Mother giggled, as I snorted in disdain, as an older man came rushing down the ladder from somewhere inside and hastily sold the books.
I picked a galleon from Mother's pouch and flung it with my Essence of Warrior, as I aimed it right as he was turning his back to us.
The coin flew with a wheezing sound as it tore his robes and got stuck in his asshole, making him howl louder in pain.
The older shopkeeper looked in shock at me, as I showed him my hand with a small wisp of lightning on my index finger.
He flinched when the small spark crackled and frazzled on my finger.
"Keep your employees in check, sir. Otherwise accidental magic could be really dangerous." I warned him, as the small wisp of lightning became a small wick of flame and grew hotter and hotter.
The guy gulped and looked at the Bookstore and nodded hastily, as I sneered and turned around, holding my mother's hand and dragging her out of the blasted shop.
All the while, Mother was giggling like a school girl, as I smiled to myself hearing her tittering.
"My brave knight!" Mother cooed as we reached the streets again, as she kneeled over and kissed my cheeks, making me lean back to escape her menace!
We decided to take a break, as Tiffy took our recent shopping home with a smile, as we sat in Florence Fortescue's shop for some ice-cream.
The only thing remaining was the Robes from Madam Malkin, my wand and a pet.
When we sat down in our booth, mother erected a Privacy Ward around us, as she leaned in.
"You shouldn't have done that, son. Letting people know of your strength is unwise. Wizarding Britain always fears wizards with power, ever since Grindelwald terrified Europe and the colonies. Your blatant wandless Magic would cause rumours and people would be wary of you." Mother warned me, as I nodded.
"I would be fine, mother. Inside the castle, I would be careful, and outside of it, once I am out of sight, I would be out of my mind. I don't plan to go to any social events of the Inbred Purebloods here. That leaves me without worrying about their schemes and conspiracies catching up to me." I answered flippantly, as she shook her head.
"Be careful, son. You need to hold your secrets tighter in your fist, lest your enemies see them and prepare for it. Until you are sufficiently powerful and self-reliant, you will need to be careful of what you reveal." She lectured me, as I nodded.
Giving me a final glance, she nodded, as we left for Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.
The visit to the Tailoring shop was a nightmare! Bright, obscenely obtuse clothes with Halloween Costume for clothes were displayed vainly in the shop.
Mother actually flinched as she led me in, and ordered four pairs of Hogwarts Robes with Resizing and Self-Cleaning Charms on all of them.
We got a single Hat for the occasion, and got my matching Underclothes, too.
Mother dragged me out of that shop, avoiding touching the clothes on display, like they were plague!
Once we were out, she sighed in relief. "What are these British Buffoons thinking? Who made this the trending fashion in the Isles!" She complained, as she pulled me away from the shop.
"I will send for a Seamstress I know. She will design your robes and your regular clothes. I will owl her when we get home." Mother nodded to herself, as we finally came to the most anticipated stop: Ollivander's!
"I will wait outside." Mother informed me, as I went in.
Unlike my expectations, the old man didn't try to scare me. He was at the counter amicably as he smiled kindly.
"I haven't had the pleasure of matching a wand for your mother, but I have examined the wand she wields. A fine wand, for a powerful witch. And you are much too the same, like your mother. I can't see your own magic, for somehow you wrap your magic too closely to yourself. But I would presume we could start with Phoenix and Dragon Heartstrings, no? Unicorn Tail Hair will not really suit your magic, I can already tell."
The Old Wandmaker, didn't even stop, as he spoke it all in one giant breath. He looked excited, as a measuring tape came flying at me, measuring all odds and extremities, and I grabbed the floating tape and set it down forcefully on the wooden table.
The Wandmaker had vanished inside, as he began to carry boxes outside and set them open one by one.
I looked at one side of the boxes and set them aside.
"Not these ones." I declared strongly, as the old man smiled at me.
"Ah! You recognised the Phoenix ones, didn't you? Your family name made me wonder, Mr Brandt. I wasn't certain if you would be aligned more towards the Phoenix or the Dragons. Now we know, don't we?" He declared, as he set the pile away from the counter and under the table.
He spread the other boxes and began to open them, as I took one and tried it, before setting it down without waving.
My Essence could tell it would not be fitting.
Ollivander looked excited as I set a wand down on my own volition.
"You could sense it, Mr Brandt? Astonishing, to have such acute senses, even at such a young age!" He looked impressed, but that wasn't all I did!
I picked up the wand, and my Essence deconstructed the wand design, construction and everything there is to know about it.
I now knew how to make that particular kind of wand, as my Essence worked on Overdrive, as I picked up wand after wand and rejected them, one by one!
With every rejected wand, Ollivander looked excited, as I looked despondently at the smaller pile before me.
A few minutes later, with mother peeking in at one point, the pile was empty as Ollivander looked at me with sparking eyes.
"No dragon wand suited you, Mr Brandt. That is curious. Most curious. They all looked aligned to you, but no wand was feeling worthy of choosing you as her master. Most curious." He commented, as I sighed.
"You have something for me, or not?" I asked tiredly, as he nodded and rushed inside.
When he returned, he brought three more boxes, as they looked dusty and old.
"Older wands, my father made. He experimented with other cores. Kelpie's hair, Occamy's scales...But the wands were too temperamental. But my father did work with the cores I prefer. Among them, these three are most interesting, as they are all made from Dragon Heartstring. One was a Hebridean Black that required forty Aurors to put down, as she managed to kill fifteen before she died. The second was the oldest dragon encountered by wizards, a six hundred years old dragon! It was a Ukrainian Ironbelly. And the third one was a Norwegian Ridgeback, and most vicious. This wand never matched any wizard who wielded it, nor did it allow any wizard a chance to master it."
Ollivander commented, as I grabbed the wands. Only the second one felt like a loose spark, as Ollivander sighed sadly.
"I am sorry Mr Brandt, but I am afraid, I don't have a right wand to suit you. The Wands with Dragon Heartstrings as their core match you, but it is as if they are terrified of serving you." He looked downtrodden, as I took the second one, which gave a better response that others. I had plans of my own.
"I'll take this one." I told him, as he flinched as I grabbed the wand.
"I wouldn't advise it, Mr Brandt. That wand will not serve you well. It has not chosen you as its master. I am sure you can sense its reluctance in your hands." He tried to explain, as I shook my head.
"I would rather a poorly matched wand, that one without a match at all. I would look for other avenues, later, Mr. Ollivander. For now, I would like Wand Polishing Kit, a vambrace with Dragonhide to store the wand and a red varnish, please."
The Wandmaker gave a slow nod. "By the vambrace, you mean a holster, don't you?" He asked as I nodded.
"Then it will be 15 galleons." He counted off, as I took the offered deal and turned and left the shop.
Mother was sitting in a conjured soft cushioned chair, as she stood up when she saw me.
"Why did it take so long?" She asked as I showed her the wand in my hand.
"No other wand matched. I took the least offensive one. I need access to Ritual Room tonight." I declared as Mother turned in place and gave me a stern look, before holding out her hand.
With a sigh, I took her hand, as we apparated and Mother pushed me in the couch, as I dry heaved.
"Iggy, you cannot talk about Rituals with these ignorant fools around you. Du solltest vorsichtig sein, wo du bist und wer dir zuhören würde! (You should bei careful where you are, who would hear you!)" Mother would often go back to German when she gets nervous!
I nodded carefully, as she slided down to her seat and gave me a wry smile.
"You would be happy you are going to school, away from your nagging mother, wouldn't you?" She asked sadly, as I stood up and hugged the poor woman who held me tight in her arms.
She smelled nice, like...I don't know, nice!
"I would miss you so much, Mama!" I told her as she patted my back and caressed my hair gently.
"Me too, baby!" She cooed as we stayed like that for a while.
"Okay, how did you even know how to perform a ritual?" Mother asked as I shrugged. I couldn't very well tell her that this was an Alteration circle, and I was using Dragon Bones from the Inventory of the Dragonborn for this particular "Ritual", which was a simple transformation spell!
"I just saw it when Ollivander failed to match a wand to me." I told her, as I placed the wand I brought in one circle of the Spell, as I began to arrange things around the Transformation Circle.
I placed a branch of Oak wood, which Mother sent for from their Brandt Vaults. I placed a few small "trinkets" to boost my spell, as I placed the Dragon Bones of Alduin after he was defeated.
I had his entire skeleton, and I only placed two of his teeth in the Circle.
They were massive, as Mother's eyes widened.
She looked in shock, as I placed the sharp pointed teeth in the circle, after bringing them out of thin air!
"Wha?" I ignored Mother, as I used my Magicka, and the bursting magic inside me, and cast the spell, as the Circle began to glow brighter and brighter, until the circle disappeared along with all its ingredients, save for a Wand that was floating in the air.
I had added stabilising elements to allow the wood to support the Tooth, which held more magic than anything I have ever felt!
The sheer power radiating from the wand was so blinding, I reached for it, and held it in my hand!
And oh Akatosh!
The feeling of euphoria when my fingers curled around the rough contours of the wand made my skin tingle!
Fire erupted from the wand, as lightning began to strike.
The clouds gathered above us, as I looked at the sky. The Ritual Room was a Stone-floored Room walled on all four sides, with an open roof.
I saw the Lightning above, as the clouds began to rumble.
Mother called out to me, but my ears were buzzing and my heart was throbbing in excitement. My blood was boiling, and my feet were wobbling. I felt like I should just...leap to the sky and roar at the sky, as I felt like I should fly to the sky!
I looked above, as my eyes saw the clouds as a single thick bolt of lightning suddenly began to advance in my direction!
Before either me or my mother could do anything, the bolt of lightning struck me! And...and...
"IGGGGYYY!" Mother yelled as I stood in place, lightning crackling around me. I felt tingly and numb, but otherwise, I was fine!
I was tired, as I belatedly realised, I had absorbed the Lightning within my body as energy!
I turned around to my mother and grinned, as she gave me a shaky smile. I then turned to the sky, and saw the clouds rumbling again.
But this time...
Lok Vah Koor*
I Shouted at the Sky, as my Thu'um cleared the skies and the clouds dispersed!
My Thu'um was as powerful, as a Greybeard I remembered, as my voice was ethereal, and literally commanded the reality to bend to my will!
My Dovaah self was rejoicing at using my Thu'um as I felt my stamina drain from me!
I collapsed to the ground on one knee, as my mother rushed to my side in panic.
I didn't hear her anymore, as I looked at my hand and saw my beautiful carved wand made of beautiful dark Oak wood. There was a motif carved on it, as I realised it was the logo of the Elder Scroll games with a Thu'um carved on it in the language which was used on the Wall with Words of Power. Those scratches were supposedly used by Dragon Priests before the Second Age and the Dragon Wars.
The motif was so... mesmerising, that I stared at it weakly, even as my eyes grew bleary, and I was slowly losing consciousness...
When I woke up, I found myself nestled in my mother again, who smiled at me as I turned to her. She looked drained and tired, probably must be awake all night.
I decided to reign it in today, as Mother seemed to have decided to shelve the ritual from yesterday for later.
We had our breakfast, and I sat down as Mother took a seat on the Chair and stared at the wand in my hand.
"So, shall we get the trivial things, out first?" She asked smilingly, as I sighed.
"Sure." My mother gave me a triumphant smile in return.
"How did you produce that pair of bone white curved spears from thin air? What were they, and what did they do?" She asked as I explained calmly with as much honesty as my interdimensional shenanigans allowed!
"They were two dragon teeth of a massive dragon. I had a dream, and got those along with a few other things to use at the time of my need. Beyond that I cannot explain it to you more." I tried to reason, as her eyes narrowed.
"And why can't you tell your own mother?" She asked as I shook my head.
"You will see it as I grow older." I told her as she was adamant and wanted an answer right away.
"No. You are not keeping secrets from your mother. Tell me now. Sag mir jetzt, mein Schatz, Jetzt!" I sighed as her German was acting up again!
"I can't now, mother. You are not ready. You will see when we are older. I will show you myself! I promise. Just not now. Please!" I begged her as she sighed and relented finally.
"Fine. Then at least tell me how you screamed at the sky and stopped the storm!" She complained, as I sighed.
"It is part of the secret, mama. I will tell you all about it, when I am older." She shook her head, as it went back and forth for hours.
Our lunch was a tense affair, as Mother gave me the silent treatment for the duration of the meal.
After we ate our lunch, I took Mother by her hand, and showed her that I could cast simple charms.
"How?" She looked amazed, as I smirked to myself.
My memories remember every single Charm she used. Non-verbal Charms were not useful to me, as I could not sense them without my Essence of Archmage. But without them, casting simple charms was beneath me!
We sat under the Oak Tree as a few Bowtruckles came down and skittishly tried to sit near us.
I held out a few seeds, an acorn, a few nuts, and some raisins and dried fruits as the Bowtruckles became sure enough that they climbed my pocket and rested against my chest.
Their tittering was calming, as neither Mother nor Me wanted to hurt the Creatures without Cause.
We spent the afternoon chatting away, as we ignored the events of last night completely.
Mother spoke up casually, "You know you have a much higher body temperature, sweetie. You are at least 3 or 4 degrees hotter than before. You aren't bothered by the summer heat, or the sun, are you?" She asked as I shook my head.
"I don't feel bothered by sun anymore. If anything, I am dreading the winter in the Scottish Highlands." I informed her as she nodded.
"I will teach you Warming Charms to keep you cozy. I will also have the Warming Charms enchanted to your robes." She decided as I shrugged.
"Can't hurt either way. I would never be bothered by more heat."