Vioroll sighed. "Mastering control magic is difficult. My Father could manipulate the elements themselves as easily as breathing. It functioned as an automatic attack and defense, his magic reacting to danger without any input from him being needed. I remember once, the earth just rose up in front of him to intercept a burst of light. The winds would form in to shields and swords. His magic didn't affect people directly, but nature itself bowed to his will." He leaned back a little, getting more comfortable. "My mother, on the other hand, used a very different kind of control magic. Her power was based around soul manipulation. She'd mark you with a brand, like I do, but when you died, she could call your likeness back to fight for her. The spirit would be entirely subservient to her. She often used it to interrogate someone. Brand, then kill, then summon back and question. I have my suspicions that she didn't summon their actual souls back, but rather a copy, though I have no way to prove it now."
The war prince started rubbing his shoulder, remembering a long healed wound. "Each of us awakened our magic in different ways. My father and I both awakened ours in the heat of battle, while my mother and sister both gained theirs through long practice. For my father, he was fighting an angel in the Schism, when the angel was about to kill him. He reached out with his magic to find something, anything, that could save him, and the elements responded. He wasn't an elemental mage, simply being skilled in darkness magic, so nature responding easily wasn't normal magic. My mother loved to draw runes when she was young. Rune magic is powerful when used properly, so she learned how to apply it to enemies during battle. One day, she combined a series of runes together. They shouldn't have worked, but her magic used them as a focal point to act, and she was able to take her first soul."
Vioroll looked at his arm. "Z'laenna always loved puppets as a kid. Loved making them move and dance. My mother trained her to use a whip in battle. One day, while lashing the whip out, she tried putting her magic in it, and found she could control it. Then it wrapped around an opponent, she found she could force them to act if she had their limbs bound, similar to how she always played with her puppets. As for me...I learned my magic the hard way. I was training with my father. A serious battle, with both of us giving it our all. He knocked my blade from my grasp, then brought his own down. I suddenly felt that I could die, and pulsed my magic in the hope that something, anything would happen. And it did. A watching crow dove in and took the blow, sparing me."
The war prince started rubbing his shoulder, remembering a long healed wound. "Each of us awakened our magic in different ways. My father and I both awakened ours in the heat of battle, while my mother and sister both gained theirs through long practice. For my father, he was fighting an angel in the Schism, when the angel was about to kill him. He reached out with his magic to find something, anything, that could save him, and the elements responded. He wasn't an elemental mage, simply being skilled in darkness magic, so nature responding easily wasn't normal magic. My mother loved to draw runes when she was young. Rune magic is powerful when used properly, so she learned how to apply it to enemies during battle. One day, she combined a series of runes together. They shouldn't have worked, but her magic used them as a focal point to act, and she was able to take her first soul."
Vioroll looked at his arm. "Z'laenna always loved puppets as a kid. Loved making them move and dance. My mother trained her to use a whip in battle. One day, while lashing the whip out, she tried putting her magic in it, and found she could control it. Then it wrapped around an opponent, she found she could force them to act if she had their limbs bound, similar to how she always played with her puppets. As for me...I learned my magic the hard way. I was training with my father. A serious battle, with both of us giving it our all. He knocked my blade from my grasp, then brought his own down. I suddenly felt that I could die, and pulsed my magic in the hope that something, anything would happen. And it did. A watching crow dove in and took the blow, sparing me."
