Mythic Spell, the Mage-in-training

Current year: 988 C.E. (13 years ago)

It happened around lunchtime at the school, but I think I will start with getting on the carriage in the morning.

Mythic Spell waved goodbye to his parents as he boarded the carriage to school. After a few seconds, he finds an empty seat and sits down. Looking around for anypony he knows, Mythic groggily realizes he gets on before his friends, Ditzy Doo and Lyra Heartstrings. Settling into the seat, he looks out over the side of the carriage to think of a way to increase his control before today's test unicorns have to take. Mythic halts his thoughts as a rough, but playful punch hits him in the shoulder. Looking over, Mythic sees his friends Lyra and Ditzy standing there. He scoots over to give them room to sit, so they can talk on the way to school.

"So, Mythic, what were you thinking about? You were deep in thought when we saw you," Lyra asked, about two stops later.

Mythic replies "Well, I'm still having trouble using magic. Last night, I accidently blew up one of my books, instead of picking it up. I was trying to think of a way to learn control before the test after lunch." Mythic was always smarter than he let on. After he exploded the book, he meditated to check his mana flow. He discovered that his mana flow's just fine, but feels like there is something....extra hidden within it. While at the same time feels like something is missing. To try to figure out what was going wrong, Mythic conducted a little experiment.

Taking notes using his hoof as he worked, Mythic tried lifting a spare quill with magic. He succeeds in lifting the quill about an inch, until the quill shoots forward and impales itself into his bookcase. As soon as the quill launches, Mythic checks his mana flow, surprised at what he finds. His mana flow was normal as he lifted the quill, but when he tried to lift it higher, part of it twisted into something odd. It was still unicorn magic, but it felt more...Chaotic. Another thing he discovered was that after a certain point, his flow destabilized, as if there was nothing available for it to conduct through. Tired and puzzled, Mythic decided to call it a night and went to bed.

Deciding that his friends should know, he pulls out his notes from last night and explains what they mean. "So basically, my magic is mixed with chaos energy for some reason. It also loses it's conductor after a certain point, causing unknown effects. From what I know, a unicorn has a conduit that is more powerful than an earth pony, or pegasus. Resulting in the growth of a horn used to channel the conducted magic into reality."

"Uh, In Equish please," Lyra says.

At that, Mythic realizes he just said something that basically, only Alicorns know. He says "Oh, sorry. What I just said means that my magic is a mix between normal unicorn magic and chaos magic. Unfortunately though, I don't have the DNA strand that builds the conduit, or conductor, that every unicorn has in order to control magic without long hours of harsh, tiring, practice."

"So, what you're saying is, that most unicorns don't need to practice very hard to control magic, But  you have to because of a genetic defect that causes you to have to work harder for control," Ditzy said.

Mythic looks at Ditzy with an awestruck look. He knew she was smarter than most ponies give her credit for, but her understanding surprised even him. "Actually, that is spot on Ditzy, you really should show your smarts more often, then again, so do I," Mythic said. Ditzy blushed a bit as she heard his comment, but said nothing. Soon after the short conversation, their carriage arrived at  the school. The three friends hop over the side of the carriage and walks towards the door. As they enter the schoolhouse, the three are greeted by the familiar look of the classroom. The walls were a warm shade of yellow with  a blue tint. Drawings from the many students adorned the walls and the desks were in a neat, orderly fashion. There were four windows, two on each wall on the left and right.

The three say a temporary goodbye to each other and sit in their assigned seats. Mythic sits near the front while Ditzy and Lyra sit about four seats back and three seats to the left, for Lyra, and right, for Ditzy. When the bell finally rang, the class filled with the rest of the students and then their teacher, Mr. Sprocket. Mr. Sprocket is a chestnut brown unicorn with a mane and tail the same color as bronze, but without the shine. His cutie mark is a pair of cogs with the teeth interconnected. After he finished his job as an engineer, he went on to be a teacher to pass on his knowledge to the next generation.

"Okay class, settle down so we can begin. Today's lessons will be pretty simple, unless you are one Mythic Spell. Mythic, I am going to have you doing advanced math and such. As for the rest of you, please open your textbooks to page 235 and do problems one through eight," Mr. Sprocket said.

That wasn't a surprise to Mythic, Mr.Sprocket knew how smart he was. To be honest, Mythic found the work he was doing to be kind of boring. At least he won't have to change classes, Mr.Sprocket has advanced students sitting in the front row, that way he knows who can find answers to problems quickly. Another reason for that is so he can call on other students fist to give them a chance before he calls on the Adv. students.

The day pretty much went smoothly from there, Starting with math, then history, and finally, science. As the lunch bell rings, Mr. Sprocket addresses the class "Okay, have a good lunch class, and don't forget, science, math, and history are just as important as learning to fly, or using magic."

As Mythic leaves the class, he meets up with his two friends. They wander to their favorite tree and hang out while they eat. Lyra's lunch was a daisy sandwich with hayfries, a small salad, and an apple. Ditzy's was a little odd. It was a peanut butter and mustard sandwich with pickles and salsa. Mythic brought a less vegetarian meal. His was fish fingers and custard with an apple, a banana, and celery.

"What? Fish is a good food to eat, it helps keep a pony's body healthy and strong. I don't eat it often though, I just feel really weird eating meat," Mythic explained upon getting his friends' odd stares.

Lyra replies "It's not that, I was just going to ask, why fish fingers and custard? That's a really odd combo, next to Ditzy's peanut butter and mustard..."

"Peanut butter and mustard? your friend sounds a lot like Orihime, Mythic." Pinkie pie says, interrupting the story. "And why did you eat fish fingers with custard? Did you watch Doctor Who recently?"

Mythic confusedly replies "What? Actually, nevermind, can I continue?" Pinkie nods.

"I have an odd taste for food? Actually, PB and mustard sounds really goo~" Mythic cut off mid sentence, something causing him to lose control of his body. Whatever took control forced him to use magic, which in turn, caused a small tornado to form. The tornado picked up Lyra and Ditzy off the ground, then threw them into the schoolhouse, breaking Ditzy's right wing and Lyra's hip. The last thing he saw besides the jagged bones sticking out from Ditzy's wing was a branch to the face. After Mythic regained consciousness, he felt a slight pain through his back right leg. Realizing he had fractures at both his ankle and knee,  he decided it would be a long visit to a physical therapist afterwards. Speaking of therapy, Mythic wondered how his friends were doing. At that thought, how will he apologize? Lyra will probably hate him for a long time, and Ditzy...Ditzy moves back to Cloudsdale today, That will be difficult for her.

"So, at that moment, I decided to learn more control before I try apologizing," Mythic says as he finishes his story, barely holding back tears of sorrow.