Faustian here thanks for reading!
The Empire of Dragons is a curious place. It is ruled entirely by dragons, not just any breed of dragon, but the Runic Dragon, otherwise known as the elder dragons by the black knight, a race of creature that calls itself Human. But they are hardly of great concern they are a basic feudal society ruled by a singular royal family that shares its authority with 12 warlords that have high levels of autonomy over their lands to deal with threats both foreign and domestic to the point where they even wear crowns. On paper this "domain" and I hate to butcher that word, would crumble in a matter of years quickly falling into infighting but that is where their gods come into play. the elder dragons and I do not use the word god lightly as these beings have the same power to bend the laws of magic and reality to their whim like any other lesser god somehow. For some reason, the Dragons and these Humans are bound in one of the most symbiotic relationship between the divine and mortal it truly scares me. The excerpt from the tome "A Case Study into the Black Knight" by Beric Everglade Ambassador for the Sorcerer Kingdom. 1037 3rd age.
the library of ancient magic in the Tristain magical Academy:
Sitting on a bench with a table in the back of a dust and cobweb infested section of the castile was a young pink-haired girl surrounded by towers of books almost four feet high on all sides. These ranged from the tame, a treatise on elemental magic by lord Byron the baron of Glamsdale. To the strange, The Magic of Rub'Al'Kali and beyond, original author lost to time. To the heretical, the Magic of the Fae. Behind her was a board that she had pinned her notes for the formula she would use to summon her familiar for the springtime ritual, she had been studying like this for the past year.
If not for her close relationship with the Scribe Sir Shultz and his pity she would not even be here in a section meant only for the teachers or scholars the crown appoints and even then only the headmaster can allow or disallow any he sees fit so she hopes that her ability to continue to study here throughout the year means she can be here so long as she holds true to her station as a noble.
"Brimir damn you!" roared a tired voice that had given up the pretenses of energy two hours ago as the pinkette slumped forward "it's hopeless-" her lamentations were quickly silenced by the many tomes she had piled up around her fell on top of her further silencing her screams of frustration; after digging herself out she noticed a small scroll it had a weird glyph that she was going to dismiss when she noticed the glyph shared a symmetry with the elemental pentagon that human magic is based around. While curious the young mage just sets the scroll aside so she can stretch the tiredness out of her body.
With a sonorous stretching yawn, she glanced over to the window... and sighed the faintest of dawns early light shine through chasing away the dark and her hopes, today was the day she would either reaffirm her status as a noble or earn her place in a convent. with a heavy heart Louise marched with the baring of a man headed to the gallows she replaced all the books in their shelves. Finaly she was left with the scroll that broke her out of her studying.
Focusing on the scroll, she decided to unfurl it inside she found a peculiar language that Louise had never seen before. It is reminiscent of the writing that is rumored to be used in the jade kingdom. Though it is quite different it uses spirals and geometric patterns in some way instead of the sharp angles and lines the scrolls of the Jade Kingdom are known for. While interesting, it did not seem to help her in her present predicament. Strangely, as if recognizing that she could not read it, lines that made up the arcane language began to unravel forming familiar letters and words until before her eyes the scroll was now written in the language of the Church!
The idea that someone made an enchantment that is equal in capability to the nature spirits that thought alone is heretical, but Louise focused herself somewhere in this scroll are the formulas used to create this enchantment or at least lesser enchantment within the same type... or maybe school! The idea that an entire school of magic could be lost on the many shelves and halls that make up the Library of the Magic academy is humbling.
The scroll is a treatise on a form a shamanism... maybe like the peoples rumored to live in northern mountain of the Holy land the Tartars famous masters of both beast and ritual? But she cannot tell as the scroll is examining the subject at levels that are beyond her. Louise was then struck with a thought, were Eleonore reading this scroll she would be tearing out her hair trying to reason with the idea that Brimirless savages have a better grasp behind enchanting than the royal guild of Artificers.
The hope that the answers she looks for are contained within was growing fainter with every passage that solely focused on how each element had corresponding animals that represented archetypes that could clue a mage as to what field they should study; but nothing about how to stabilize magic. Ready to give up Louise was about to roll up the scroll when she noticed a passage about the Void element!
The element of the founder. It goes onto saying that the void is not associated with mortal beasts like other elements but actually connected with divine beasts of the fantastical like the example given is that angels and daemons are both manifestations of the same force just polar opposites that is the epitome of heresy! I am surprised that the headmaster even allows a scroll like this in the library! Louise thought with indignation, almost tearing the scroll before she stopped herself.
"Louise you are better than this only brutes like Guice and Malicorn would destroy a book owned by another." Taking a calming breath, she began to roll up the scroll from the top to the bottom before she noticed something just a little past where she had been reading.
Was it a spell core? It seemed to be the source for the translation effect of the scroll but there was something else the spell was doing, obviously the translation only works if we have words that describe the same subject. though in this case it is using symbols from a wide berth of languages that I have been privileged to learn in my studies. It would take too long for me to decipher, and I am already nearly out of time.
Deciding to focus on the formula that transmutes the willpower of the mage into the magic of the spell. upon closer inspection the spell is designed around a core formula that is groundbreaking, it can reduce the willpower feedback from the spell being cast by channeling it into nature and harmonizing with the environment allowing the spell to sustain itself of the feedback for an incredibly long time.
Normally the feedback from the excess power would flow back into the spell making it unstable usually this means nothing other than a misuse of power but in case of myself it tends to cause explosions of power now there is no way to know for sure but I had always theorized that somehow the willpower that sustains the magic is in a state of flux. This means the willpower I build a spell with and the willpower that sustains that spell in reality, are two different types of magic
This formula solves almost all of my problems other than it only works with enchanting and I would rather become a scullery maid than work under the tender mercies that Eleonore would think of. Or the summoning of a familiar while most forgo the creation of a spell sigil for the summoning ritual is rather tame, some do so in hopes of beseeching more phenomenal companions to their side.
Deciding to use the sigil no matter where it came from Louise quickly and precisely copy the sigil on to a piece parchment pined to the board after copying both the sigil by itself and the entire formula her reasoning was that the winter lecture on advance magical theory held by the headmaster was a direct path to the royal court as an advisor to the throne, but only if she could earn the cum laude sorcery award.
Returning the scroll to the table only table with a scroll stand meant to hold them and gathering all of her notes and returning the cork bord that was so kindly loaned out to her by Sir Shultz, the library was back to normal other than the faint smell of freshly dried ink. If Louise was more aware of her surroundings, then she may have notice the scroll dissolve into light.