Seventeen: Ruins

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' ... ' I watched as notification after notification popped up, seemingly as the system came up with them. Eighteen quests, in the span of a few seconds, and I had next to no progress on any of them. I supposed the confectionary one would be easy enough to complete. Especially since I could just buy the cookbook from the shop, which would have hundreds of deserts never-before-seen by this world. Ice cream was just easy to make, especially with ice magic, so it was my go-to for birthday surprises, as far as dessert went.

I had received many compliments on the subject during the dance, in fact. It felt good, but not nearly as good as how I felt when I saw the joy on Ravelus's face. I saw him as my younger brother, despite him being older than me, because my mind was seventeen. I couldn't help it. I knew he still saw me as his younger brother, though, which I didn't seek to contest. I was certain he'd be a great man. Greater than me.

It still upset me how my grandparents treated him. It was as if he wasn't even there! I didn't expect them to buy him a horse, or give him magical tomes, but I at least wanted them to acknowledge him with the tiniest bit of love and respect. They focused all of their attention on me, completely neglecting him, and that angered me deeply. I decided that, so long as they acted that way, I would not engage with them beyond being polite. I had my position to regard, after all.

For the time being, I took out the spirit rite and looked it over. It was a small gem, completely translucent, about three centimeters in diameter. A small silver disc floated a couple millimeters above its surface, remaining a consistent distance and rotation around it, like the object's own little moon. Looking at it through magic, I was able to see a tether that somehow passed through the core, through another plane of existence I couldn't observe.

[Spirit Rite]
A spirit rite. Infuse and diffuse; face the challenge.

' What does that mean? ' I asked rhetorically. ' Any ideas, system? '

[I, the personality, have limited information. From my understanding, you have to expose it to an energy source, and pass your mana into it then back into your core. After that, I do not know.]

I hummed and put it back in my inventory, for the time being. I could investigate further, at a later date. For now, I patiently awaited my parent's awakening, knowing that today we would be leaving the castle with the Ne'Zir Royal family to the exterior Eil estate, at the foot of the Tower Peak to the North. The Dwarven clan Aedon II had given the rights to the mountain to had asked it to be built there, so they could repay their debts through material goods and services.

It, though smaller than the castle, was surrounded by a vast forest populated with all manner of magical beasts and monsters. It was tradition, according to father, for the sons and daughters of the Royal family to be taken there to hunt annually. The beasts, that it - the monsters would be killed off, until one of the children had inherited their crown. Then, they would be expected to fight them off to protect their family, using the skills which they had been taught.

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