Reincarnated as the Only Human

Taking a deep breath, I activated {Mana Sense} and glanced at the pure shimmering white threads, reaching forwards and grasped a few threads, beginning to weave them together.

I had begun practicing using raw magic today, with Kalia standing beside me, my daughter mirroring my movements as she replicated my ’spells’.

Since I had no idea how this worlds magic truly worked, I was just going wit what felt right, and currently I had little to work with.

I could weave these threads and ’will’ them to do something, but just what I had no idea.

Could visualization work with them?

How complex could I go with these threads?

I had many questions, and today would hopefully provide me answers.

My entire family was out watching Kalia and I, their eyes glued to our movements as we began weaving.

For Kalia and I, we were taking ahold of these threads and giving them shape and form, whereas the others were seeing raw energy come to life in our palms, before changing shape with minuscule movements made by Kalia and I.

Glancing down at the small Dark Elf child, I said ”Order the threads to ’fly’ and ’dissipate’; this way we don’t harm any trees, alright?”

Smiling gently down at her, I took in her enthusiastic and thankful nod, before we both turned forwards again.

Keeping it in the shape of a sphere, I ordered the woven threads in my hands to fly forwards before dissipating when they touched the tree; I had seen before that without the order to cause damage, the magic won’t do much to a person or the world.

With that in mind, I wanted to throw the sphere of woven threads forwards and have it dissipate when it reached the trees, unraveling itself and returning to the innumerable threads that made up the magic of this world.

”Ready?”

Bundling the threads a little tighter, I smiled slightly as childish excitement coursed through my veins as well; this was so cool, being able to weave magic threads into something tangible and control them!

It was right out a novel!

”Go!”

Hearing my voice, Kalia thrust her hands forwards, flinging the sphere forwards.

It traveled at a walking pace, before it gently brushed against the tree, the threads unfurling and dissipating, as she had ordered it to.

My own sphere did the same thing, but I switched off {Mana Sense} to view it, reactivating it when I had finished observing.

A white, translucent sphere hovered through the air, looking like a dandelion caught on the wind as it drifted towards a tree.

When it reached the tree, the white sphere shimmered before growing dim, the sphere shrinking in size when it finished what I had ordered it to do.

A chuckled escaped my lips, and I wondered just how far I could take it.

Could I use the threads to control something else, like telekinesis?

What about the threads that were slipping inside of everyones bodies?

Could I control those?

Ruffling Kalia’s hair, I watched as she slipped over to her sisters, who were both smiling warmly down at her as she approached; Camara even lifted her into her arms, making the young Dark Elf giggle as she rubbed noses with her eldest sister.

Turning around, I welcomed Rhefia’s embrace, nuzzling into her warm, firm chest, before glancing at Yiksa, who watched on in silence.

”Question for both of you. How many people are actually able to see these... threads?”

Saying that, I held out my hand and let a cluster of threads coil around my palm, which began to emit a dim white glow.

Pursing her lips, Rhefia glanced at Yiksa and said ”Over in Birchan, I only knew of three; the Queen herself, the Queen’s first daughter, and... her.”

Clenching her jaw, Rhefia looked away, making me bite my cheek, before I turned to Yiksa, who sighed.

”None. I knew of none who could see the Weave. It’s known that using magic is due to the Weave, but seeing it was something... special. Something only a select few can do... and according to history, each of those few grew to be legends, no matter who they were, what they believed in, where they were... they were the pinnacle. So for two to be in the same place...”

”Is insane, Astra. This... gift that you have, is something that countries would wage war over. The magic cast by someone without the ability to see the Weave is paltry compared to those that can influence it directly. I’m talking this pond to the ocean; that’s how vast the gap is between them.”

Hearing Rhefia, I pursed my lips, my eyes falling onto the pond.

What I had the ability to do, to learn and master new skills and pass them onto my offspring...

Well, with enough time, I could create an army of nigh untouchable children, all loyal to me and only me.

However, even if I myself didn’t want to do that, I needed to start weighing my decisions more carefully; if I created a ’perfect being’ on accident, I could invite so much attention and so much hate onto myself and my family...

But even with that in mind, I don’t think I was capable of not giving my children the skills that I believed they should have to thrive in this world, so if there came a time that someone, or someplace wished to threaten my child...

I needed to grow strong enough for that idea to be ridiculed and scorned, for the very idea of wishing to harm my family to be so blatantly unachievable.

Even so, I still didn’t wish to be a tyrant; I just wanted to expand and grow my family, and for them to prosper.

I didn’t wish for riches or societal power, but instead I wished for a strong, loving family.

For my children to strike out on their own and enjoy life, or to stay close to home and spend time with me.

That was what I truly wanted, and I was determined to make that a reality.