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// Gravis abscondito 
// Story: Vanished 
// by Azure Steel 
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Chapter 7: Eximius Amet



I wake up.  I was petrified.  Too scared to even scream.  What was that about, did I just have a talk with my dark side.  If that's the case, my dark side is one bad-ass mothafucka.  

Passing it off, thinking it was just a nightmare, I get out of the bed and look out the window.  It was still bright out, so I probably wasn't asleep for long.  I don't hear anything coming from downstairs, everyone has no doubt left by now.

I make my way to the door, reaching out to open it, when I notice something.  My arm......my left arm......had no pain.  I take a closer look at it, still covered in bandages.  I try moving and stretching it, and still no pain.  Thinking it must have been healed by Twilight's magic or something, I begin to unravel the bandages.  My arm looked completely fine.  No scar, no scab, no sign it was ever injured in the first place, but on my hand there was something new.....a mark.

On the back of my hand, spanning about 3 inches long and 3 inches wide, was a four point, red star.  I touch it with my other hand, and it felt hot, it even looked like it was glowing.  On each point of the star there were different colored tips.  The left was blue, the right was orange, the bottom was red like the star itself, but darker, and the top was green.

When the fuck did that get there?

After staring at it for awhile, I finally open the door, and head downstairs.  After I reach the middle of the stairs I call out.  "Twilight?"  I wait a second, and get no response.  "Spike?"  No response either.  "Hello?"  Were they out with the others?  If that was the case, I'm surprised they'd let me be alone.  You tend not to trust someone you just met with your house....er tree......library?  Anyway.

With no one here, I decide to take a look around.  And I am now certain this is a house.  It has a kitchen, living room, a bedroom with a balcony, a bathroom and a basement........lab.  Okay, it's one thing to have a lab, but it's a completely different story having a lab in your basement.  I mean seriously.  I'm now relieved I didn't wake up strapped to a chair with all types of wiring attached to me head-to-toe.

Now with my self-given tour of the house done, I go back to the star on my arm.  What the hell is it?  I remember seeing tattoos on the.....flanks?....of the ponies, maybe it's something like that.  Did they give it to me in my sleep?  If I do get back home, my mom is gonna be pissed.  How would I even explain this?  'Hey mom, I'm back.  Oh this?  That's just a tattoo that magical horses from another universe gave me, cool right?'.  No.  There would be hell to pay, cushion wall covered hell.

I don't think it's a tattoo.

And why's that?

Unless they mixed the ink with hot fudge, it shouldn't have a temperature difference this big.

Oh, so your saying you know what it is?  Please tell me how a scolding hot emblem appeared on my hand.

Well first off, you basically being condescending to yourself.  And second, are you a dumb-ass?  You're in a world with 'magic', maybe it's a sign you have your own magic now.

Seriously?  I'm not saying that isn't awesome, but seriously?  This feels like this is something that would happen in a cartoon, a book, or an anime.

Yeah, but, you like all three of those things.

..........True, but it still feels like it's too good to be true, if this is going to turn into one of those things, shit is going to get serious.

Hopefully you end up more like Ichigo than Naruto.

Why? They're both bad-asses, and could kick just about everyone else's ass, so why is Naruto bad?

He basically has a demon spirit in his body that when agitated could destroy a whole country.

So does Ichigo.

Yeah, but that was added to him later on, Naruto got it right after he was born and had very little control over it.

He learned to control it.

After his childhood.

I'm not a child.

But, you still just got the power and will obviously have little control over it, just like when Ichigo first met his hollow self.

And what exactly am I supposed to do with this information.

Use you power wisely.  With great power comes great responsibility.

Don't quote Spider-Man.

It's not from Spider-man, it's just in Spider-Man.

Close enough.

Anyway, now, you should start learning to control it.  If the wooden wolves and winged horses aren't an indication, this world is full of mythical creatures.

And?

And, that means many dangerous things.  Take dragons for example.

Spike isn't dangerous.

According to mythology, dragons can live for thousands of years and their stages of age, like infant and child, last for years.

Soooo.....

So, Spike is probably a baby and-

The adults are probably huge.

Exactly.

Well, lets get started then.

So I started practicing, or, at least tried to.  I didn't really now where to start.  How does one go about using magic when you went most of your life believing it didn't exist.  Well, my way was doing what most people did right after having a dream where they had telekinesis.  I started focusing.  On a single object in space.  For a really long time..........or at least two minutes.  I was focusing everything thing a had on a book in the library, trying to get it to move even an inch.  It wouldn't.

I don't think it's working.

No, REALLY?!  I thought I was moving the house for a second there.

Maybe we're looking at this the wrong way.

What d'ya mean?

What if we have magic, but just not something along the lines of telekinesis.

Good point............Wait!  What if our magic is more like a mage's from Fairy Tail.

Maybe based around one or several elements.

But we still need to find out which element we have.

Well, the star on your hand is red, right?

Yeah.

And it's hot to the touch, right

Yeah.......

Maybe it's fire.

Like Natsu's?

Maybe not like Natsu's, his was taught to him by a dragon, but maybe still fire based.

So.......what? Should I try lighting something one fire?

Worth a shot.  Try your hand.

My hand?!

It's your magic, the fire should be friendly to you.

Just because it is in an anime, doesn't mean it will be in real life.

Does the emblem feel hot on the hand it's on?

........no.

Then stop being a wuss, and light your hand on fire.

So I calm down, I relax and try focusing on my hand.  I picture energy flowing from me into my hand and engulfing it in it's light and heat.  My hand begins to feel warm, but not by much, and then the feeling vanishes.  My hand returns to normal without me seeing even a spark, or even an ember.  I try again, and get the same outcome.  I feel my hand get warm and then cold again as I try to light it.  With each attempt I get another failure, but I keep trying.  With each try I get a little more impatient, and a little angrier with each failure.  I had to have tried over thirty times before I just raged.

"WHAT THE FUCK, WHY WON'T IT WORK!" I yell, slamming my fist on a nearby book, which proceeds to burst into to flames along with my hand.

"Holy Fuck!"  I shout as I get up and stomp on the book trying to put out the fire.

After a few hits with my shoe, the fire is out.  The one on my hand went out a few seconds after the book was set aflame.  The ends of the book's pages are charred and crumbling, the floor also has a noticeable burn mark.  I look down at my hand and see no injury, no burns or blisters. 

Well, I guess we found out how to get it to work.

Yeah, I just have to get mad.

But enough of that, now to the really problem.

What's that?

How are you going to explain the burnt book to Twilight?

..........................Well fu-