Chapter 38 - Novel 14-Growth

On his way, Baden saw the children he used to play with in the distance. Some of them noticed him too, but unlike before, none called for him.

Some looked at him from afar with weary eyes, seeing this, Baden's expression changed.

'Have rumors about me already spread? Odd to see them look at me like this… But that's on them.'

Baden could not care less. From a certain perspective, he felt liberate. He ran through the streets and knocked on the Battle-born clan's manor. Soon after, a servant escorted him inside and he met with Ogny.

…

/Sheen!/

Baden displayed his magic to Ogny with a pride smile. The old man nodded his head with a smile, praising him:

"… Good child, you've outdone yourself!"

'Despite how basic those spells were, learning two of them in a month is considerably fast. And on his own at that. It's confirmed then… He'll do fine at Winterhold, no, anywhere.'

Ogny led him to his lab and gave him another backpack full of books. The previous one was still with him, and from time to time, he went back to them to study parts he hadn't internalized well.

"There are eight more spells here. That'll be Frostbite, Sparks, Lesser Ward, Conjure Familiar, Candlelight, Courage, Fury, and Clairvoyance… That's about everything I squeezed from that grumpy old Wizard. I'm certain there are many more, but he wouldn't tell or share with me even if I stabbed him…"

"…"

"If you can master these Spells as well, then the College will welcome you with open arms! Oh… Before I forget, I also added some basic theory books to support your studies. It should all be within the spell books given their simplicity, but you never know…"

Baden nodded eagerly. He could feel the weight of the bag. It was no different from the one before.

'These alone will take more than just half a year of my time… But it should be enough. I've had several epiphanies and have gathered a few more blessings, once I master these and gain more spells to train with, I'll likely grow even faster.'

"Do you have any questions?"

"No!"

"Then what are you doing here? If its not on alchemy, I can't help you with those! The only spell I know of that line is Candlelight…"

/Dash!/

Baden turned around and left running, leaving Ogny with a faint smile behind.

"Children…"

/Step…/

Not long after, another tall Nord entered the basement. Clad in Noble garmets, he was far different from the other Nords in both appearance and temperament.

"… Nephew."

"Uncle Ogny… Looks like the rumors are true. You've been teaching magic to a child."

"Teaching would be an overstatement, the child has done most of the hard work… That aside, why are you here? Planning to reprimand me?"

"There is nothing to joke about here. I wouldn't put my feet before the dreams of a child… Others may have forgotten, but our clan still remembers our origins."

"I've been merely curious about it all. You know I'm not versed in the clever-arts and never will be. You're the only one in our clan in five generations that has displayed some degree of potential in that area."

"That's just because all of those who could've sought it were discouraged… He's a clever one… But his actions worry me… A child should think like one, but he worries about things he shouldn't even have to think about."

"He's far too intelligent, but a child can only be so wise. I fear that in his pursuit, he'll end up abandoning the things he holds dear."

"Yet, uncle, you still pushed him onto this path. How can you complain about a deed already committed?"

"You said so yourself, it is beneath us to stomp on a fellow Nord's dreams… Now, since you're here, help me with something. I need to get that child to Winterhold…"

…

Baden began studying his next spell, Candlelight.

As the name implied, the spell was all about creating an orb of light for him to manipulate. He chose this spell first because of his over-consumption of candles.

It was surprisingly easy to master, and different from the other spells before, he didn't need the extra time to train it since he'd always be doing so every night.

It took him two days to manifest the spell for the first time, but as he always did, he kept his focus on the book for ten days before he moved on. However, one thing he noticed is that ten days was often too much for these simple tomes, and as he learned more, he expected that to diminish even further.

So far, he hadn't met a tome that took him over ten days of study to finish.

His next spell was Frostbite given his familiarity with the cold and its effects… Although it didn't have much to do with the spell itself.

Still, due to his understanding of the school from his previous spell, learning it despite his lacking knowledge didn't take much longer. In four days, he succeed in casting Frostbite for the first time.

A wave of cold air and ice blasted from his fingertips like a powerful flamethrower, but white. Whenever the cold air hit, ice followed. The grass froze and ice formed around the river, washing downstream as he toyed with it.

'It's weak compared to what's written in the spellbook… If I could do it as written, this river would've frozen fully given we're in the middle of Winter.'

'It's a simple spell with little room for change, at least that's how I see it now. If I do try to change it in any way, I suppose that'd become a different spell.'

Like before, he spent ten extra days training Frostbite before he moved on to the next one, Sparks. Similar to the two other Destruction spells, a wave of energy jumped from his fingertips, transforming into purplish, violent lightning bolts!

By far the hardest of the three to master, the energy released by this spell was chaotic and destructive. It moved at a ridiculous speed and spread out everywhere. If he lacked control, the spell would easily divert to another target.

It wasn't difficult to control, and he believed that with enough training, it would become second nature. After twenty days since he picked the spellbook, he moved on to the next one.

Five spells had been mastered, five more to go. For the first of the five, he decided he needed some level of defenses, so he began studying Lesser Ward.

When mastered, a barrier of translucent, bluish-white energy would form before the caster, blocking anything on their path. This spell was somewhat easy to master, taking him two days to manifest, but training it was difficult for he had none to train with.

Ogny helped him slightly, but Baden couldn't take much of his time. Because of this, while he focused on the book for ten days, he did not train in it after.

It had been two months since he began studying the extra spells and tomes he'd been given. For his next spell, he moved schools, going to what was likely the least appreciated school in all of Skyrim: Conjuration.

The reason for that was its connection with the realms beyond. Not long ago, a powerfull being opened its bloody palm, attempting to grasp the whole of their reality… The war destroyed much of the world and even now, people still felt the wounds from this time.

Still, the spell was rather simple in both appearance and application. Conjure Familiar, it summons a ghostly wolf to do the caster's bidding… Nothing more really.

As for what the familiar was… Baden wasn't sure. Was it a Soul from beyond? Was it his magicka forced into a given shape? Was it a manifestation of his energy in its natural form? Or something far stranger?

Either way, he focused on learning the spell and casting, leaving his answers for the future in his pile of questions… Five days later, he succeeded.

The wolf he summoned was bigger than him and it looked ferocious. It wasn't any larger than the ordinary wolves surrounding Whiterun, but it could certainly take down a grown up man if he had nothing to defend himself with.

It wouldn't do much against a soldier, but if summoned ten or even more, then he'd be the next thing on the menu.

For the next five days after he cast it, he finished his studies of the book and moved on. This spell required little training once successfully cast, any extra time here was unnecessary.

His last three spells belonged to the School of Illusion. Courage, Fury, and Clairvoyance. What they did was pretty straight forward. Fury filled the mind of the target with wrath, causing them to attack everything in sight. Courage reinforced the target's mind, causing them to resist the urge to flee and dispel disorderly thoughts.

Clairvoyance, however, was the most complex of all spells… It shows the way to your objective in the form of a phantom blue trail. But how can it show the path somewhere you don't know?

'… Whoever made this was utterly insane…'

Baden shook his head and took the spell for what it was like before, he'd figure out how it worked eventually, but now, he was far too stupid to understand.

Mastering those spells took a little less than two months, twenty days for each as he'd been doing so far.

Putting it all together, mastering those extra tomes took him a little over four months. And this included the theory books to supplement his studies.

While he had yet to finish them completely, he had already learned what he needed from them. Thus, even if he were to stretch it, he believed it wouldn't take more than a few weeks to finish those as well.

That aside, it had been eleven months and a little over ten days since he began his studies on magic. He knew that there was little left to learn here and that soon, he'd go on his journey. But as always, he first went to report to Ogny who was flabbergasted at his progress.

Some took months or even years to learn a single of those spells. Those were amidst the untalented, of course, but still…

Seeing that Baden had learned almost everything he threw at him, even Ogny was forced to admit that there was little left for this child to do here in Whiterun. His future laid elsewhere, and this meant it was time to send him on his way.

Since Baden's birthday was coming up, Ogny believed it was best he spent his time with his family before moving on, and Baden did not mind. He still had to finish those books after all.

In the meantime, they all began to prepare for the journey. This was something Ogny had discussed with Hakar months before and it was time to execute it.

While they prepared for that, Baden went to his father with another strange request… "I'd like to visit Riverwood!"

His father showed an expression of confusion at his sudden request. Riverwood was a backwater village located deep in the mountains to the South and was at least three days' travel on horseback from Whiterun, perhaps even more. It was usually a one-week trip, but they were in the middle of winter and the possibility of being caught in snow was quite high.

How did a child come to know of a village so far and remote? It wasn't frequently talked about in recent times. Centuries ago, people abandoned a once larger, more developed village. Only recently, settlers built a logging mill there, rejuvenating the area. Still, it was nothing but a small village in the mountains.

Hakar didn't stress himself over it and merely accepted. Letting the child do whatever he wanted. Thrilled, Baden began preparing for his journey.

The next day, they departed. Two horses, him, Hakar, and a guide, Malos, who knew the area. His mother wanted to go, but she was busy taking care of their newborn son.

Hakar didn't want to leave his wife alone with a child, but her family and his would help her, that's all he needed to know.

Their journey was quite simple. They'd travel South through the main roads, stopping by the Throughout the Pelagia farm at the Southern edge of Whiterun before moving through the roads and into the mountains. It would be their last major settlement before Riverwood.

The path they were taking was the sole path leading to Riverwood and an alternate path to Falkreath, another of the major Holds of Skyrim. Albeit usually, the path taken is circling the nearby mountains given the dangers they impose.

Hakar knew of the possible dangers, and so did Malos, so their plan was to leave at nightfall and reach the farm before the sun was up. If they pushed their horses to run slightly, it was possible to reach Riverwood before nightfall. It wouldn't be good to camp in the frigid woods during Winter, not without proper camping supplies.

There were Outposts scattered throughout Skyrim, but many of them were broken and abandoned. Malos said there was one deeper down in the forest, so they would be fine even in the worst-case scenario.

Baden took this chance to learn the land as it wasn't possible to study on the back of a horse, the change of scenery, going to the distant mountains he only looked up to in his life was quite eye opening.

Thankfully, moments before nightfall, following the torches lit up on the road, they arrived at Riverwood.

…

Riverwood was actually bigger then he expected. A village by the foot of the mountains, with a blue river on its other side.

A little less than twenty houses with the large mill in the distance. It was hard to see in the darkness, but the many torches made the village quite bright.

Baden noticed how there were even more villages being built inside and outside its walls, he had noticed quite a few plots of lands being developed even as he approached it. He believed that in the next few decades, the village was likely to grow beyond fifty properties, becoming almost akin to a small town.

Malos pushed his horse and went to speak with a guard standing before a tall stone wall. After getting permission to enter, they payed to have their horses stay at a stable before finding lodging at a nearby Inn. The Sleeping Giant Inn.

The Inn was quite large and full of travelers. Seemingly quite new too. Nonetheless, finding a room wasn't difficult, albeit it meant he'd have to sleep with his father on the same bed…

They had a simple meal by the counter with a large communal bonfire behind them. A dozen travelers sat around it as they sang and drank ale. With others eating and drinking silently at tables spread around the establishment.

His father didn't ask him what he wanted to do around here, but knew that it was likely best left for tomorrow. Once he finished eating and brushing his teeth behind the Inn, Baden went to sleep first.

Their room was nothing but a small box with two beds side by side, one of them slightly bigger than the other. Baden slept on the corner so he wouldn't be thrown aside once his father came to lay down.

The night passed, and they woke up together. After asking the Innkeeper, they went downstairs to have a quick bath in slightly cold water. But Baden thought ahead and managed to heat it up slightly, something his father frowned at but approved silently.

They bathed together and left together, and once they stepped outside, his father asked him what he trully wanted, and Baden did not hide his intentions:

"I wish to see the Guardian Stones!"

The Guardian Stones

Throughout the wilderness of Tamriel lie various types of standing stones, stones of power which are often attuned to the heavens. The origins of these stones are a mystery for the most part, but they have been known to grant great power to those deemed worthy enough. Or so the legend says…

Meanwhile, also known as Stones of Fate. Standing Stones can be found throughout Skyrim and in Northern Cyrodiil. They are attuned with the thirteen birthsigns, and grant powerful blessings.

The three Guardian Stones are found together, while the others are scattered throughout the province. They are well known to the Nords of Skyrim, and legends speak of them, allowing heroes of old to rewrite their fate.

Once he heard of his plans, Hakar was flabbergasted, but at the same time, partially understood his son's interests, for he too, long ago, longed to see such mythical sights.

With a nod, they searched for a guide to the Guardian stones. Malos said he'd remain at the Inn for when they wished to return or needed him, and with him unable to guide them to the stones, they parted.

Soon, they found a settler willing to lead them there. It wasn't far, being just down the street at the other side of Riverwood. Following the river upstream would lead them to the stones standing by the mountainside.

Reaching the stones was quite easy, the stone path beneath them lead them straight to there, it was impossible to miss them.

The path was decorated with torches and well cared for, and while it was ancient and slightly broken, the standing stones proudly remained with little damage to the elements, the old metal surrounding them still strong and devoid of corrosion.

Baden felt odd watching them, a figment of fantasy in reality. Nonetheless, he approached them and observed them cautiously.

As he did that, their guide turned around and left with a light greeting. They could still see Riverwood downhill, so it would be difficult for them to get lost.

Hakar crossed his arms as he watched his son circle the stones. "So? Happy?"

"How old are they?"

"Older than Ysgramor and the Five Hundred Companions. They've been here since before our history began. But for more, you'd have to consult those books of yours."

"…"

'He's a little spiteful… More so then usual.'

Baden approached them and looked at the symbols etched on them, they were a simple representation of the night sky, each with a small portion of it dedicated to the Guardian Constellations.

The Thief, the Mage, and the Warrior. Baden expected little from them but he approached the Mage stone and observed it deeply. With a little hesitation, he touched the stone.

"…"

'Maybe I'm not destined for it after all.'

As his palms reached for the stone, nothing happened, and Baden smiled faintly, defeated, but happy. He did not regret his actions, but felt proud of reaching this place.

"Let's go."

"Is that all you wanted to do? Touch the stone?"

"Yes, they say it brings luck and can change fate… I hope it worked."

"… Very well."

Hakar turned around and carefully began his descent. One step in the wrong place and even this sturdy road could loosen up and he'd trip downhill. He wouldn't get hurt a lot but the embarrassment would be quite large.

/Sheen…/

"Hm?…!!!"

Baden turned around to see a mystical sight. The stone he touched was beaming to life, the stars carved in its surface began to shine, and the constellation of the Mage came to life!

At the center of the stone, energy filled a hollow circle, shooting up to the skies like a beacon and reaching for the stars above!

"Woah…"

Baden watched the Standing Stone ignite, lost in a trance. Behind him, his father turned around, confused, but by the time he did so, the event had already died out.

"What are you doing? I thought we were done here."

"Eh?… Ah! Coming!"

Baden ran with a wide smile, he didn't know if anything had changed, but it didn't matter. In the end, the stars had responded, and that was all he needed to know. If that was a good omen or not, only time would tell.

As soon as they returned, they quickly got up the horses and departed. If everything went as planned, they'd arrive at nightfall. These streets were safe, especially as they approached the Hold.

Time passed, and nightfall arrived. The city of Whiterun shone on the distant horizon, they were almost there.

…

/Two weeks later…/

After his seventh birthday with his family, all preparations were in place. A grand feast was erected, and soon enough, it was time to say goodbye.

Baden met with multiple members of his family including their friends. However, it was evident from some of them that they weren't happy with him. Magic was a source of great distrust in their culture, and Baden was now part of it.

Close family members and associates may see that Baden was beyond just any mage, or that he was just a child, but deep down, fear of the unknown plagued their minds.

He met with many and eventually, said his goodbyes to Ogny as well. After that, he gathered with his family near the outer gates of Whiterun where a large caravan awaited.

This caravan was going straight to Winterhold, stopping only at a few locations to resupply and rest. If everything went well, they'd arrive at Winterhold in around two months, if they were unlucky, it could take even longer.

Being in the middle of Winter, traveling to an area in the middle of frequent snowstorms wasn't easy, and it took quite a bit of fortitude.

Multiple carts, most full of merchandise but mainly people, composed the caravan. This seemed to be one of the many supplies frequently exchanged with the hold, and the number of guards reflected that. There was almost one guard for two passengers.

Maybe if he went by horseback he'd arrive quicker, but traveling alone like this is far from wise. Maybe adventurers could do so with their strength, but he couldn't.

'One day I might be able to fly or transport myself across the world… But that's quite far.'

Baden's cart was almost exclusive to him, being full of merchandise from the Battle-born clan, it seemed Ogny had pulled some strings so he could become a passenger and go in relative comfort and privacy.

At the same time, he received quite a few gifts. Ogny gave him a large backpack with several critical supplies for a mage, including a small wand and some books he had yet to read. It seemed most of these came from the Court Magician after Ogny "squeezed" him for them.

This even included a set of small enchanted robes. He didn't know who made them, but they were quite comfortable to be in, albeit cold…

Aside from that, his parents prepared several boxes containing clothes and supplies. One box was even dedicated to the notes he wrote in the past year or so. He didn't know if the college would let him carry all of those inside, but he'd find a way. What matter the most, however, was the full pouch of golden coins.

The Imperial Septim, also called Drake, was the dominant currency of skyrim, with the traditional golden Septim being the most valuable of them all. Inside his golden back were fifty golden coins shining in all their glory.

Baden knew that one golden coin was enough to feed a family like his for multiple months, if not months. This much money would be enough for multiple years if not more out there, which may be how long they expect him to remain there before returning.

Of course, Baden knew that this much money would likely burn away in no time… Still, he was pleasantly surprised, he didn't expect his parents to have so much money lying around, with this much, they could've bought several plots of land and built multiple farms around and employed people to farm and sell their produce, multiplying their money over time.

That was how many families built their wealth, but maybe they remained loyal to the Battle-born and chose to live as wealthy servants instead. Nothing wrong with that. It just wasn't the life he wanted to.

After much preparation and checking, Baden embarked on the wagon, waiting for the caravan convoy to depart. His parents and infant brother looked at him in the distance, conflicted.

"… Make sure to send letters okay? Have you memorized the process?"

"Yes mother, I'll keep you updated as we move around. Just write on paper and go to a nearby postal office. Whenever there's one, I'll write back to you."

"Good boy… Be careful out there."

"Boy… Be brave."

That was everything his father told him. They had already exchanged their goodbyes before, there wasn't a need to say anything else.

"We're departing! Pay attention!"

"!"

The wagon began to move, pushing itself forward under the might of two muscular and hairy horses.

'We're moving…'

Baden looked at his parents and waved with a smile. "I'll be back soon!"

Of course, that was a lie. There was no way to know if the College would let him come and go. There was no such thing as a vacation out there, not even here. Still, the College was upright and just, if he wanted to leave, they'd let him do it. But was that what he wanted?

He can't leave and return every year, that'd quickly balloon to four months every year if not more. He couldn't waste so much time.

He stood at the edge of his wagon, looking at his family as they vanished on the horizon, soon enough, he couldn't see them anymore.

"… I'm sorry…"

'I'm sorry for being so selfish…'

It could take months, years, or maybe even longer, but one day he would return, that was a promise.

The caravan parted into the distant mountains, braving the wilderness of the dangerous world.

…

/Two months later…/

The adventure was long yet peaceful. There were numerous troubles, but the brave guards of Skyrim protected them with little harm.

Throughout the journey, outside in the wilderness, Baden left the wagon only a few times to eat and relieve himself, sleeping within it most of the time for it was the safest and most comfortable.

They passed through numerous outposts, villages, towns, and even small cities, each slightly different from the previous, each with its own history and culture.

Festivals, myths, tales, food, drinks, and people unique to each land. Baden recorded it all on his diary, often asking the locals about their stories and lives.

While it was true he rarely left the wagon outside, he'd always leave whenever they stopped. Taking such opportunities to stretch and exercise.

He grew closer to a few individuals, especially the leader of the convoy, a member of the Battle-born family. He had been notified of his presence in this journey and tried to get to know him, and maybe because he was a child, the man opened up quite easily.

That aside, Baden didn't grow that close with the others. Over half of everyone first presence at the start had either left or been replaced by other travelers by the time they arrived at Winterhold. Not all were there for trade, many were there for protection as they traveled around for whatever reason.

That was the norm in these parts, people banded together and traveled together to avoid the many dangers the wilderness held. And with reason…

Every week they faced a strange creature. Giant lizards, giant cats, predatory avians, venomous insects, often giant too… They'd be lucky if they faced a simple bandit attack.

Their worst encounter was with a family of giant crossing through the land herding their mammoths. While it's usually rare to see them, giants are extremely territorial and will attack at sight if they feel threatened. Luckily, they didn't, and they parted ways with no extra scuffle.

And this was considering what could've happeneed… Be it the undead, corrupted wizards, strange daedra prowling the lands, organized bandits like slavers, dangerous beasts like trolls and minotaurs… Or something even worse… Baden considered himself lucky.

Baden also evaded several close encounters whenever he left the wagon. Be it a venomous spider or snake, or being prickled by a dangerous plant… Skyrim was full of dangers, and to some degree, the number of encounters diminished as they went North, although the dangers did not change at all.

'There's danger everywhere, one wrong step and I'll be bitten by a snake, cut by a poisonous branch, prowled by a giant beast, and finally gutted by some giant vulture or something…'

'I have nothing but respect for the Heroes who traversed these lands on their own and to the mad individuals seeking adventures inside ancient ruins. I can only imagine how it feels. At least these dangers are understandable, who knows what kind of ancient secret you'll find sealed away for centuries underground?'

Either way, they were finally there. Winterhold!

Winterhold is a former major city which is located in northern Skyrim. It is the capital city of the hold of the same name. Once a great capital rivaling Solitude in power and importance, Winterhold is now little more than a shell of its former self due to the Great Collapse.

The Great Collapse was a geological event that devastated Winterhold. Around a century ago in In 4E 122, a series of storms lashed out at the northern coast of Skyrim, eventually causing most of the city to erode alarmingly fast and be washed away into the Sea of Ghosts.

The event crippled Winterhold, but miraculously left the College of Winterhold largely unharmed… One of the many reasons why magic is so feared and looked at with skepticism.

Winterhold is mostly covered in ice all year long, being at the Northern edges of the province, giant chunks of ice floated in the distant sea of ghosts beyond the precipices. Still, the city was quite warm inside.

The college stood in the distance in a rather bizarre way. Built atop a narrow pillar of rock and ice. A narrow bridge of stone seemingly floated in the air, connecting the city to the college.

The truth, however, was that the Great Collapse washed away everything and the sole reason the college remained standing was thanks to the ancient magicks cast on it, securing the ground it stands on. Still, just looking at it from afar, Baden shivered at the apocalyptic sight of the great collapse and how it must've felt to experience it first hand.

As they entered the ancient hold and stopped at a large building near the walls, Baden's first thought was going to college and receiving admittance. Once he received a room, he'd be able to transfer his belongings inside without issue.

/Jump!/

He jumped from the wagon and into the crunchy snow below, his body trembling.

'Even with these multiple layers of clothes, I still feel cold…'

Baden had changed his clothes midway through the journey so he wouldn't freeze to death. Now, he wore deep boots with fur, a thick coat with long sleeves, and a hood as well.

'Magic… Here I come.'

He ran through the Hold while asking for directions, the guards and townsfolk weren't happy in talking about the college, but he couldn't care less. Soon enough, he reached the college and stopped before its entrance.

The entrance leading to the bridge into the College. It was mighty despite its age and simple design. It was like a small block of stone anchoring the bright to the ground.

A large slope led to a chamber a large table and a chair. It wasn't very decorated but it contained all the essentials for one to live inside such as a warm fireplace, although it did not contain a bed. Inside, standing patiently with a book in her hands, was a somewhat youthful Altmer woman.

Known as "Altmer" in their homeland of Summerset Isle, the High Elves are the most gifted in the arcane arts of all the races. Aside from their usual sharper features, smooth appearances, and long ears, they can be distinguished by its very pale gold hue, albeit not as pale as most Nords like Baden.

They are also all very tall. This woman before him is as tall as his father, and the men are known to be even taller…

"Hm?…"

As she saw him approach in the distance, his body covered in snow, she was quick to act, getting up from her seat and approaching him with a worried yet apprehensive gaze.

"Are you lost, child? Do you need directions amidst this blizzard?"

Baden shook his head, opening his backpack as he retrieved his leather of recommendation written by the Court Magician of Whiterun, another one of Ogny's gifts, "No, sister. I came here to be admitted."

Baden raised his arms high to hand her his invitation, and she bend down slightly with a faint smile. Open opening and reading the leather, together with the seal that represented Dragonsreach, she closed it and smiled.

"This letter covers most of it, but there's still one thing left to be done. How about you show me a spell? Can you do it?"

She was rather gentle in her speech as she lowered herself slightly to speak with him. He knew he was being treated for being the child he was, but Baden still felt slightly bothered by it.

"Yes."

Baden decided to go with the simplest spell, casting Candlelight between his palms.

/Clap!/

The Altmer elf clapped her hands in glee, "Excellent child! This settles it then. Welcome to the College!"

"Thanks!"

'That was easy…'

"You'll do a fine addition to the College, its been a while since we've had a young one join us. Follow me, I'll lead you inside."

"Erm… Sister. I still have some things with me. How do I get them inside?"

"First of all, don't call me that. My name's Faralda, scholar of Destruction and senior mage. For your question, bring your belongings to that outpost over there. It's manned by an old Dunmer called Tarid, although I don't think that's his real name…"

The Dunmer, more commonly referred to as Dark Elves in the rest of Tamriel, are the gray skinned elves originating from the province of Morrowind.

Known to be strong, intelligent, quick, aloof, and reserved, but considered by some to be ill-fated. Dunmer tend to keep to themselves, as most Dunmer natives of Morrowind harbor a bitter distrust and disdain for other races, considering themselves superior.

But that's essentially all elves…

"Regardless, Tarid will transfer your items to your assigned room in due time."

"Okay. I'll be back soon."

"I'd go with you child, but I can't leave my post, take care and return soon."

Baden smiled at her before turning around and stepping into the blizzard. He went to the caravan and spoke with the leader before driving his wagon to the College's Outpost. Once his belongings had been delivered, he said his goodbyes to the members of the caravan one last time before ascending to the College.

"… You're back. Shall we?"

Baden nodded and went after her. The path was short but slightly treacherous, with multiple parts of the bridge having already collapsed into the precipice below. He tried to avoid looking down whenever he passed through those parts, but the strong wind would often make his stomach grow cold.

Once they reached the entrance to the great college, Faralda stopped and gestured for him to get inside.

"Now, here we are. Like before, I can't abandon my post for long, so someone else will take my place…"

She looked around and found someone, an older Dunmer mage in thick clothes similar to Faralda's but slightly different. They clearly indicated his background as mage, but it seemed his rank was lower then hers…

"You there. Apprentice." She exclaimed as she raised her hand

The Dunmer turned to look at them, approaching Faralda with respect and reverence:

"Senior Mage Farald, how may I assist you today?"

"Take this student to Mirabelle to complete his enrollment."

"A new student? At this time of the year?… His age too… Very well, she'll be thrilled to see a new face around."

He turned to Baden. "Follow me, the Master Mage should be inside the Hall of Elements."

Baden ran after the student as they approached the center of the College. He'd periodically look behind him to see if Baden still followed him, smiling as he'd see him threaded after him.

"The Hall of Elements is one of the three Halls of the College. Those being the Hall of Attainment and the Hall of Countenance, serving as the living quarters for both senior and junior mages. You can see them all from here."

The center courtyard of the College was quite large, containing a single large statue of its founder before a magicka fountain, a small circular basin full of blue embers that shot light into the sky like a beacon. Just being close to it, Baden felt himself extremely energized, as if his energy was infinite.

Baden scanned the sun-drenched fountain, its cool spray a fine mist on his skin. Ancient, indecipherable symbols, etched deep into the worn stone, felt rough beneath his fingertips; the air hummed with the low, constant gurgle of the water.

Encircling the fountain's heart, snow-laden boughs of ancient trees and mystical plants formed a hushed, miniature forest. The air hung crisp and cold, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth.

The silence was broken only by the soft crunch of snow underfoot and the distant, muffled sounds of the city. The weight of the snow on the branches created a hushed, almost magical atmosphere.

The College was quiet yet bursting with activity, he may be unable to hear anything, but he could feel the magic in the air, rippling as mages cast their spells.

'It's bigger than I thought… Albeit the design is as I expected.'

The Academy grounds, a mere hundred meters across, were built around a central fountain. The Academy itself consisted of a circular stone wall, broken into three sections by three buildings.

Two tall towers, flanking the entrance, housed the students' dormitories and laboratories—far taller than he'd imagined, being several floors high.

Before him, beyond a statue of the founder, rose the main College building, a still larger and wider tower. This main College building housed the lecture halls, the library, and was also were complex experiments were performed by the seniors mages.

"You'll remain in the Hall of Attainment with me and the others until you prove yourself."

"Prove myself?"

"Yes, that usually comes in the form of a thesis that can be recognized by the Elder mages and the Archmage, once you do so, you'll receive a room in the Hall of Countenance and a the fitting title representing your seniority. Most mages that perform lectures are senior mages, but there are many apprentices that do so in the professors' stead from time to time."

Baden found this all fascinating, but he couldn't help but look around in wonder… Where was everyone? And why was it so quiet?

"… It's quiet…"

"Ah, yes… It's currently lecture period so most students are in the Hall of Elements right now. I'm currently assisting another professor with his experiments so I'm not participating in the lectures, although I've mostly graduated from them by now."

"The reason you can't hear them is due to the wards placed throughout the College, they're meant to diminish the impact the College has in the Hold below after the many waves of… Protest. I particularly find it ridiculous given how loud the sea is around here, whatever sound we make is long overshadowed by the environment, but it was the Archmage's decision in the end."

"I do enjoy the silence though. No more being jolted awake by an Apprentice's experiment gone wrong… Though if that's good or not I have yet to see…"

"I've spoken quite a bit, let's get inside."

The student pushed the doors of the Hall of Elements open. Inside, they were faced with a small lounge with a few chair and tables spread around. Before them, strong iron gates decorated with the emblem of the college, to their left and right were staircases leading to other levels of the tower.

Behind the iron gates, Baden could hear a lecture being taught with at least a dozen mages listening quietly. But that wasn't their target.

"… There you are, Master Mirabelle."

Standing at the corner of the hall with a book in hand was an older Breton woman.

Bretons are a race of both human and elven ancestry. They populate the province of High Rock. They are excellent mages with high magic resistance, but have few other distinctive features.

They are considered an intelligent race in Tamriel, known for a proficiency in abstract thinking, a possible reason for their adeptness in the magical arts. It is suggested that they may also carry Aldmer blood, which would further account for their magical prowess.

"Hm? Audron? And… Who might this little one be?"

"Baden!"

"He's a new student. Senior Mage Faralda instructed me to find you."

"I understand, thank you for your work. I'll take care of things now. I'm sure you're busy."

Audron nodded and left to the staircase in the left, Baden bode him farewell, although he was sure they'd meet again soon.

"It's rare to see someone your age coming to apply, let's get you to your room, shall we?"

"Rare? I read that many start their studies at my age."

"And they do indeed, but most start their studies elsewhere before applying. Our youngest before you was a fifteen-year-old Breton girl… How old are you, child?"

"Seven!"

"Indeed quite young…"

She seemed to think about something, maybe concerned about his age but shook her thoughts, leading the way outside.

"Child, what made you come to the College?"

"I want to become a great wizard!"

/Chuckle…/

"I truly hope you'll succeed. Just like the ones in the past."

"The past?"

"Yes… The College of Winterhold has been as fixture in Skyrim for thousands of years. The prominent feature is the Hall of the Elements, the building we were before. It's our primary location for lectures, practice sessions, and general meetings."

"If you wish to further your studies, the Arcanaeum is located above the Hall, and the Arch-Mage's quarters above that if you ever need to contact him for some matter, although I highly discourage that for he isn't keen on being interrupted."

"I thought the Arch-Mage led the College."

"Well, yes. While technically in charge of the College, the Arch-Mage's duties often keep him occupied. Thus, I run the day-to-day operations." She led him to one of the towers, pushing its doors open. The atmosphere immediately changed, growing hotter… "Our newest members are housed here in the Hall of Attainment. I'll ask that you keep your voice down while inside, as others may be working on research or...delicate experiments."

"Now I'll show you to your quarters. You're going to be sharing space with your fellow Apprentices, who you'll meet shortly." She said as she led him to the fourth floor of the tower

Each floor had around five large rooms, and given how tall the tower was, it likely housed dozens of mages.

Once they stopped before a room, Mirabelle raised her hand and pointed at a blank metal plate on the wall beneath the room's entrance.

/SHAAA!/

The metal plate turned crimson red, and his name was engraved on it. Baden!

"Erm… It's Baden Wind-spear…" He said meekly as he tried to hide his excitement

She chuckled and added his surname, showing him the room before opening a wardrobe and taking out some robes from within.

"We usually give the same set of robes to all members, but given your circumstances, I'll be looking through our storages for a set that fits your size. There are few rules within the school, but you'll learn them over time, just try to act within common sense and you'll be fine."

"Also, please, try to be considerate of others… Now, let's go back to the Hall of the Elements. Given your age, pairing you with others won't do, our youngest is twice your age, and even though our most inexperienced student only has a year of training, its not right to put a child and an adult together, so we'll have to find you a teacher to tutor you until you become able to attend the general lessons with the others."

"Hum… Maybe I'll have to discuss this matter with the Arch-Mage…"

"Okay."

'Lucky… This is essentially her saying they'll give me a private tutor for a few years.' It's essentially the same as back in Whiterun, but the environment is completely different.'

'Discuss this with the Arch-Mage… They do take care of each mage individually huh…'

Maribelle led him to the Hall of Elements before leading him upstairs, past the laboratories and into a bigger room at the very top of the tower.

"Huff… Huff…"

'So many floors… My legs… Something's wrong here. I feel like we crossed over ten floors but even if we add the main hall and the lab floors, things don't add up. There has to be a hidden floor somewhere.'

'Beyond here I think it's the Arcanaeum were the College stores its tomes and other documents… I can't want.'

"Come with me, but don't touch anything. Many artifacts here are extremely dangerous."

Baden followed Maribelle as they stepped outside the staircase. The hall bent to the right, opening into a circular room with a large circular stone table at the center.

There were multiple strange items adorning dozens of shelves across the room, together with many pots with exotic plants growing inside. There were even magical steps floating in the air leading to a second floor floating above ground. He could only wander what the Arch-Mage hid over there but he could feel an intense wave of power coming from above.

"… no… this won't… Hm? Is someone there?"

"It's me Arch-Mage, I'd like to consult you with a certain matter."

"Mirabelle, is something the matter?"

"!"

A middle-aged man stepped into the edge of the floating platform with his hands behind his back. Just when it seemed he was about to fall, the mage slowly floated down, calmly landed before the two of them.

The Arch-Mage was a Dunmer man with deep red eyes and darkened ashen skin, he had a long beard on his chin tied together by a black lace. Baden couldn't tell if he had any hair for his head was covered by an elegant hood. In fact, his entire body was covered in a unique set of clothes, that like the other mages, represented his rank and authority.

Those were the robes exclusive to the Arch-Mage, downed by many before him and the many after him as well.

"Arch-Mage, a new student has joined the College."

"Nice to meet you, sir." Baden added as he bowed faintly

"Hm? "Sir"? How quaint for a child. I think I can tell what the issue is, Mirabelle. It's been a while since we've had such a young student. It must be difficult to have him mingle with the others."

"Correct Arch-Mage, I was thinking about putting him under another so he can receive appropriate training until he ages a little. But was unsure of your opinion on the matter as some can consider it favoritism."

"Indeed, but it isn't favoritism to separate a child from adults. The environment is far from adequate. Such a shame the College hasn't received more young attendees in recent years. During my time, we had multiple classes for those of multiple ages and skill gaps."

He looked at Baden, his face neutral, without a hint of emotion.

"What is your goal with magic, child?"

"To master it!"

"A bold dream. Even I cannot entertain such an idea."

"You? Why not? You're the Arch-Mage!"

The Arch-Mage seemed to smile faintly, but that smile did not show for long as she caressed his beard.

"Child, my mastery over magic is indeed great, but it is incomparable to others who've poured countless years more than me to the craft, yet even them cannot say they've mastered the arcane arts. I've done much in my life, almost two centuries of constant studies and experiments, yet there's still much to learn."

"What you learn here will last you a lifetime– several, if you're talented." He said as he looked back at Maribelle

"I approve of it. Find a suitable teacher for the child. The set time is one year for now. We can resume this conversation then. Is there anything else?"

"Yes, Arch-Mage. I'd like permission to access the Sanctuary. I'm afraid we'll only find proper clothing for him there."

"Ah, true. It's been decades since we've had a proper student of his age… Actually, this may be the proper time for a renovation in that department. If no proper clothing is available, I give permission to use our funds and secure a few sets for him."

"I expect the clothing to still be intact, given its enchantments, but if it's beyond repair, it would do a fine material for the apprentices' studies."

"Erm… I do have some money…" Baden said as he raised his pouch of gold

"Honest child, the College is far from being is a bad financial situation to be unable to afford and enchant a few pieces of clothing. In fact, in due time, you'd be able to do so yourself if you so desire." The Arch-Mage said as he pushed down the pouch of gold

"Keep it and use it for your own purposes. The College will always endorse its students experiments, but everyone is entitled to their privacy if they wish."

"Now, if there isn't anything else…"

"Can I study with you?"

"The Arch-Mage does not have such time, child." Maribelle quickly responded, trying to prevent him from possibly offending the Arch-Mage

"She is right. My time is mostly dedicated to precise and complex experiments, including the maintenance of the higher wards of the Academy. You'd be better with another who can give you the time you need for your growth."

'But… I suppose checking a child's talent wouldn't take long. I haven't had an apprentice yet, though I'm far from being old enough to pass my position onto another. I've tried before but none lasted through.'

The Arch-Mage looked at a floating shelf in the distance and extended his hand. In the blink of an eye, a tendril of energy reached for an artifact, pulling it toward him.

It looked like an ampuled, a translucent crystal trapped within a cage of wood.

"Arch-Mage, that is…"

"An old artifact with little use. With how little students we have, we can't afford to be selective. But if I am to procure a student, I expect a certain level of innate quality."

He infused energy onto the crystal and pointed it at Baden. At first, little happened, but soon enough, a small spark of energy flashed within the crystal.

One spark turned to two, then four, ten…

"!!"

The Arch-Mage was momentarily stunned, as within a matter of seconds, a hundred stars could be seen within the crystal as if a small portion of the night sky had been transported inside.

Baden noticed the Arch-Mage's doubts and sweated, thinking something might be wrong with him. He held onto his clothes, tense.

"This…"

'This much innate Magicka… Is far beyond even the most gifted of Aldmeri. You'd be pressed to find anyone even amidst senior mages with as much untapped power within them.'

'Also, his gaze before was quite sharp, I can tell, this child can feel the natural flow of energy, his sensitivity is… Nigh supernatural for his race.'

'No! Nords always possessed extreme potential, its just that recent generations have cast aside their heritage. The creator of the Academy was a Nord too. I often forget amidst their eyes of distrust.'

'Above all, he doesn't seem to hold any ill will to me or anyone. A child able to think for himself… Or grown somewhere with great tolerance to our kind.'

'Maybe… It might be worth it. A child like this should not be left in the hands of an apprentice. He should be taught by a master to exploit his senses and reach higher realms they cannot even begin to fathom.'

'His aptitude in the mental department has yet to be seen, but I've taught dunces before, and this child does not have the eyes of one. As long as he's average, he may surpass even me in time.'

"It seems… This child possesses unimaginable potential… Master Mirabelle, you may leave him here with me, I'll be in charge of this child's education… For now."

"Are you serious Arch-Mage… I mean… Understood."

Mirabelle nodded slightly to the Arch-Mage before turning around and leaving, taking one last glance at Baden before she went downstairs.

"I believe some introductions are in line. You already know of my title, but do you my name?"

Baden shook his head, a resounding no.

"I am Savos Aren. Arch-Mage of the College of Winterhold. I will now be acting as your tutor for the next year as I said before."

"I'm Baden Wind-spear! Son of Hakar Wind-spear and Enfral Blue-hilt!"

"Hum… A very Nordic name indeed… I welcome you to the College of Winterhold. In here, you'll find everything you need to entertain yourself for many years. We may not be the bastion of arcane knowledge we were once before, but we still hold many ancient documents most don't even know about."

"I am quite content to see nearly any aspect of magic explored and investigated here. But I do not and will not approve of any research and experiments that cause purposeful harm to your fellow members of the College… Do be careful not to be caught in the crossfire, for mistakes are quite often."

"Yes!"

"I like short answers but there's no need for such tension, this isn't a drill in the Imperial Army… Now, let's end this introduction with a practical test."

"Show me every single spell you know. I want to gauge your knowledge."

"I… Alright!… Is there an order I should follow?…"

"Start with your destructions spells, which do you know?"

"Flames, Frostbite, and Spark!"

"The standard. No matter, I'm ready."

Savos erected a barrier, far greater and stronger than the one he knows, just by the thick energy surrounding it, Baden knew it contained unimaginable power.

/SHAAA!!/

Baden began by bombarding the barrier with fire, channeling every once of his being into it.

Savos quietly inspected the quality of the flames, by his expression, it was evident he was unimpressed, although he rarely showed any other expression for the matter…

However, even as an entire minute passed, Savos was forced to admit Baden's perseverance. Continually casting Flames for a whole minute required considerable concentration and wit, for a single deviation on focus could lead to it backfiring.

After another minute, he said:

"Enough, onto the next spell."

Baden nodded, quickly altering from fire to ice, casting Frostbite. However, Savos' eyebrows raised slightly as he saw it.

'Impressive, this child alternated the flames into ice in the blink of an eye… It doesn't seem like he noticed it, or if he did, he doesn't put too much importance into it.'

'His control over his energy is quite refined for his lacking knowledge. It seems his talent in this regard is above average, a good sign.'

Savos blocked Baden's ice for a whole two minutes, as before. And only when large icicle crystals were growing on the ground did he continue.

"Good, show me your last spell."

/LIGHTNING!/

Bolts of lighting flashed amidst Baden's fingertips as they jumped across the icicle particles in the air, ravaging Savos' barrier with great might as sparks of energy flashed from their collision.

'Did I see it wrong? His Spell momentarily interacted with his previous one, creating an adverse effect unforeseen… Did he cause this intentionally? It doesn't seem like it but its unlikely this happened without some lack of his control.'

'This child… His magical potential is being suppressed. The right guidance might unlock his potential. I've seen enough.'

"Enough, this is good for now."

/SPARKS!/

"Hm? I said…?"

'Wait a minute… What's happening with that child? His expression… Is he in a trance?!'

Baden's eyes laid unfocused as he channeled lightning throughout his fingertips. Seeing this, Savos grew slightly worried, thinking about interrupting him when…

/SHAAA!/

Sparks of flames ignited from his fingertips, blasting his ward! Yet, the lightning bolts had yet to cease!

/FROST!/

Then, while he was still dumb folded, icicle bolts slammed onto his ward, pushing it back ever so slightly.

All of a sudden, three elements were being thrown at him at the same time!

"How come… did this child create a new spell?"

It wasn't difficult to create new spells, even Novices could do so. But to create one in the spur of the moment? This meant this boy had braved the magical realm with nothing but his senses and created something based solely on feel and his affinity for the elements.

'Unbelievable. I too have created spells merely of necessity and feel before expanding on their theory, but never to this degree…'

"… Uh?"

"Are you back, Baden? Stop your spells at once, we must talk."

"AH! My apologies, teacher! I mean, Arch-Mage!"

"Uhum… Call me teacher when we're together, keep the titles for less informal meetings… Now, explain to me what you just did in detail."

"I uh…"

'How do I explain to him I've attained a new epiphany?… Should I just do it as it is?'

"I… Had a spark of an idea and tried to change the way the spell worked… and it worked…"

"I can see that. A mixture of all three basic spells, still highly unstable and with lots of room for improvement, but stable enough to be cast… It seems we're going to be speeding up your studies, otherwise your finds will never find their way to paper."

"Tell me more about yourself and your studies, what did you do before coming to the College, and what did you study? Tell me everything, from the Schools you find the most enticing, to the subjects you have the most difficulty."

"Well… I…"

/Growl!/

Baden's stomach rumbled as he tried to speak, it seemed the hunger he'd been holding off for the last few hours finally hit.

"I imagine the journey to Winterhold was a long one. Let's get you something to eat before moving on with our discussion."

"Eh? You're coming with me?"

"Of course, I'd rather not leave this matter unfinished. I won't be able to concentrate otherwise… Now, follow me. It's not the time for lunch but I can have the cooks prepare you a meal ahead of time."

"…"

"What are you doing standing there in a daze?"

"Yes!"

And so began Baden's journey.

…

After a simple but hearty meal prepared solely for him and eating it at his quarters, Savos began to listen to Baden's story. He told him about how he initially suppressed his Magicka, how he awakened it, and the one year he spent studying on his own with Ogny to supplement his doubts.

After everything was over, he showed Savos all the spells he knew and shared with him all books he read. With an inquisitive nod, Savos began his first lecture on the nature of magic.

It wasn't anything concrete, mostly a philosophical debate where Savos explained the individual nature of magic and how important it was to visualize and express oneself through their magic, to mold spells and knowledge to fit themselves and not the other way around.

Baden initially found difficulty understanding such a concept, but after a while, he understood what had to be done. He needed to realize his own interpretation of his magic, the thing he understood the most and felt most comfortable. This would mark all of his studies in the future so it needed to be concrete.

Of course, there was no need to hasten this discovery. To many, this was a procedural understanding. One that may take years, if not decades, to form.

Their entire discussion, including their first meeting, took around an hour. After that, Savos spent another two hours answering all kinds of questions Baden had accumulated, stopping only when he grew tired. He gave Baden a list of books to borrow from the Arcanaeum, and told him to meet him again solely to ask questions or when he finished his studies.

He told him that as he was, what he needed most was to supplement his foundation. And that was something he could do so on his own. And while Baden knew that Savos was mostly using this fact as an excuse to not have to teach him directly, he also knew it was partially true.

If he read the books, he'd essentially reach the same point as all others. Their understandings of its contents may change given they're received lessons to supplement it, but it'd be close enough for him to join them.

Thus, once his meeting with Savos ended, he received the permit and went directly to the Arcanaeum to introduce himself to the Scholar in charge of all documents of the College. Urag gro-Shub.

Urag was an elderly Orsimer mage. In other words, a green skinned Orc. It was extremely unusual to see one of his race dabble in the arcane, so much so he was the only one around.

Urag was stern and borderline rude to all. But his rules were simple, do not mess with the books, treat them well, and he won't bother you. Simple as that… But he reminded Baden about taking care of the documents. As no matter how many copies of them they had, each and every book was precious.

"… If I see a single dent in any of these books, I'll enchant your boots with frost so you can never climb these stairs again. Now, if you don't need me for anything else, I'll return to my duties."

Urag waved his hand at Baden as he returned to sorting and documenting the texts. He'd also translate and restore ancient parchments, attempting to preserve as books as he could for the mages of the College.

Baden admired that, but such a line of work wasn't something he wished to do. He grabbed the books and put them all inside his backpack with difficulty, which he'd been carrying ever since he entered the College and left for his room.

There were still more books for him to grab, but he didn't need to grab them all at once. Urag wouldn't let him even if he asked, so he focused on the few he brought. His goal was to master them within half a year, but that proved difficult. They weren't more complex than the ones he studied before, but the sheer number of documents he needed to go through was daunting.

Alas, he began his studies, not forgetting to practice and experiment with his blessings. He documented multiple aspects of his life, from his senses to habits, how far he could push himself and so on before finally raising the blessing on the Mage Constellation from nine to ten.

He didn't feel different at first, but soon enough, he noticed the chances. Documenting them. He found out that there was far more to his blessing than just raising his Magicka capacity, but concrete details would come after.

As for the other two constellations, he decided that it'd be for the best if he accumulated multiple blessings before exchanging them all at once. This way, he'd notice the changes far more clearly.

He wasn't pressed for time, but he knew it would catch up to him, eventually. This wasn't a rush, but neither was it a simple marathon.

Baden threaded the path of magic, one step at a time, and like this, his first year in the College of Winterhold came to be.

…

'… Today, a strange apprentice joined the College. I took him as my apprentice after observing his innate talent. His connection to the arcane was something I had never seen before in my two hundred years of study. Be it during my times as a student, as the Master Wizard, and now as Arch-Mage.'

'Given my convoluted schedule, I had the boy complement his lacking knowledge with self study. While I had some free time, directly tutoring the child would be far too great of a timeless for me. Still, I expect many sessions with the child in the future, and hopefully through those, the child's true potential will unfold.'

'For now, I await his return, in the meantime, its back to my experiments…'

…

'… It's been a month since the Nord apprentice joined the College. The appearance of a small child gathered the attention of both apprentices and professor, for it had been decades since someone his age passed through our gates. However, I suspect this attention and interest came not from his age solely. Nords are rare and amidst our one hundred personnel, there are only five Nords, with him as the sixth.'

'Rumours about our connection have begun to spread. I am certain the boy did not directly proclaim to be my apprentice, for I have not accepted him as one. However, it would've been disappointing if our students hadn't realized something was amiss after so long. Thankfully, little happened.'

'I expected protest, but given his unique circumstances, it seems the students have taken it as a matter of course. With a few even directly assisting in his studies and training. I've taken note of those that helped him through Mirabelle. Such behavior is to be stimulated and rewarded.'

'Throughout the month, the boy has visited me four times, once every Sundas. I'm uncertain why he picked such an arbitrary period, but I approved. This way, it'd be best for the both of us. I could prepare for our meeting throughout the week and perform a lecture for him once the time came.'

'If anything happened, such as me being amid an important experiment, the boy has enough tact to not interrupt and wait. This has happened twice, and the boy has patiently waited for me every time… His patience is admirable. A trait few, even those older than him, do not possess.'

'Nonetheless, whenever I have the time, I call for him for a small lecture. Against my expectations, teaching him has helped me focus on my experiments. I take it as a form of relaxation of the mind between long sessions of arduous experimentation.'

'I've begun taking notice of his habits and also believe to have found the method through which he learns the most. While he possesses great patience and focus, he does not have the wit to sit down for hours in a lecture. But such wit is something grown over time, not something I'd expect a child to have.'

'To this, I've begun adding more practical lectures to our meetings. Unexpectedly, this has come with significant results. The boy's growth has accelerated considerably, so much so I had to reconsider my previous methods. I've decided to divide our time equally between practical and theoretical studies, leaving one for his questions, and the other for my analysis of his progress.'

'There's still much to define, but that's enough for this self report. Moving on…'

…

'… Today marks the boy's fourth month in the College. Within four months, the apprentice finished half of all documents I assigned him, mastering their contents… Such speed is unimaginable, even for me. At this rate, much less a few years, he might reach the same level of proficiency as a Novice within half a year.'

'I originally intended for him to study for a year before rethinking what to do with his tutoring, but now he may be ready to be sent to classes with the other apprentices before that time even ends.'

'It seems his talent in the mental department is quite high as well. I've decided to intensify his lecturing, attempting to see where his limits stand. Of course, this isn't one of the Great Houses, my intent isn't to pressure to boy to go outside his usual pace but to see where and how far his understanding goes.'

'At first, I had mixed results, but whenever we performed practical training, I've noticed how he seemingly tends to grow with every spell he casts. He doesn't seem to realize it, but I have. This only proves my previous conjecture that this kid is better off taught through practice than through a pen.'

'If I had the time, I'd prepare an excursion outside the College to teach him properly, but with his age and my duties, I fear that may not be possible. For now, I've informed some of the professors, especially our experts in Conjuration, to gather materials for this purpose.'

'Like before, some apprentices have shown great interest in him and have greatly assisted him in his training. It seems word of his talents is spreading. And while I've seen mostly positive reactions, there have been some adverse ones.'

'Alas, if a mage does not have the mental fortitude to withstand the shock of talent, they maybe they're better off stepping away from pursuing this craft. I cannot understand the despair one experiences in the face of despair, for I have never met someone far beyond my abilities, but I can understand the feeling of hellplessness… I too have failed to perform with my abilities. I too have seen the wall of limitation and ability.'

'This boy's growth has astounded me, but rather than despair, all I can feel is a faint sense of pride. But like all students I've seen and taught, I expect them all to succeed. I hope they don't mistake my absence for disappointment. Same for my student.'

'I'll continue to assist him in his studies. That's all for this report…'

…

'… It has been half a year since he has joined the College.'

'The boy, like many others before him, seems to have also begun experimenting with his abilities. It's great that he's slowly shacking off the fear of the unknown that shackled him for many years, but I can't shake off my own worries that he's rushing things.'

'It's unusual to think a child is in any way pressed for time, but this is the feeling I've got from watching him practice from afar. I've yet to ask if he fells pressured or if someone is putting pressure on him, but I've already informed the Master Wizard to keep an eye on him, just in case someone is playing around with him behind my back.'

'During these six months, he has developed several new spells. Or rather, I'd say he modified the ones he knew, all in the same way. He specifically modified Candlelight so it would be active at all times, all of its previous effects remain mind for its continuous activation.'

'He did the same for the Healing spell, causing it orbit him like a ball of golden light akin to Candlelight. However, given its strenuous consumption, he modified the spell to restore his stamina and slightly fill his body with restorative energy, helping him combat illness and other adverse conditions.'

'He called this Spell, Lesser Healing, but after I came across it, I helped him perfect it and improve its effects by altering some of the principles he did not understand well. Above all, the name of the Spell was not fitting for its effects, so instead, I called it Maintain Condition. Which was in line with his original goal.'

'If that wasn't enough, he did the same thing to Oakflesh which I taught him the previous months. He modified the spell to consume less energy while decreasing its effects. Thus, creating the spell, Fibberflesh in reflection to its effects. Like before I helped him perfect the spell, within my ability of course.'

'I'm utterly in favor of his experiments. The problem, however, is his extreme obsession with I can only call, "Orbs of energy". How is it that every spell he created in this manner has to be manifested as a floating orb of energy? I cannot understand but he finds it… In his own words, amazing.'

'Because of this, wherever he goes, three orbs of light float after him. And I'm certain that in due time, he'll add more to his collection… To maintain these spells is no easy feat for a child, even with his innate talents. But with College's overflowing reserves, he's managed to replenish his energy to maintain them whenever needed.'

'Above all, I can clearly tell his proficiency in maintaining those spells is heightening. His progress is clearly being affected by continually maintaining those spells, and not in a diminishing manner.'

'I've seen him also employ other Spells such as Equilibrium to help diminish the load. Of course, he tried to turn the spell into a continuous one as well, but I prevented him from doing so. That spell is far too dangerous for that. I pondered about its full prohibition, but given he seems to have a connection with Alteration Spells, I let him be.'

'Rather than that, I tried to teach him my specialty, warding, given his interest in continuously activated spells. However, I soon was reminded of his limitations, and ironically enough, mine. It had been well over a century since I ever created a ward spell fitting for his level. I was forced to change my mindset if I wished to teach him anything beyond the standard curriculum.'

'In either case, he isn't yet ready to start learning from me and neither am I ready to teach him. For now, I'll continue to guide him as I've been doing.'

'The only issue so far has been the distracting nature of his experiments. As one might imagine, seeing a child running around with multiple spells in activation isn't good for one's focus, some apprentices have begun raising complaints about it, although I've yet to act on it.'

'I can understand where they come from, however, the nature of his spells isn't in any way intrusive. I already have him the command to not cast magic where it does not belong, such as the Arcanaeum, so I don't see the reason to prevent him from continuing with his experiments, not when all others do the same.'

'In short, as long as he does not push it, everything he's been doing is within the rules of the College. In comparison, I take it as far less intrusive to the failed experiments of some apprentices.'

'Given his quick development, I've also begun teaching him the basics of Enchanting and Alchemy. Only the basics, so I'll have to see how well he'll conduct himself.'

'I'll continue my observations…'

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'… It's been ten months since my apprentice joined the College, and two months short of the deadline I gave him when he entered. I've already made my decision.'

'Once the two months end, I plan to officialize his position as my apprentice. It'll likely come as a shock to many, but I expect the heat to die down in the coming years.'

'His relationship with the other apprentices has been good, and aside from a few troublemakers, there haven't been any complaints. Thus, I believe it'll be well received.'

'The Master Wizard, Maribelle, has already inquired me about this and I've informed her of my wishes. Of course, this has been kept between us to avoid unnecessary confusion. But it's a fact that'll have to be shared sooner or later.'

'Now, for his accomplishments… My student has progressed greatly in both Alchemy and Enchanting, faster than I originally expected. That said, those fields weren't his focus.'

'As I originally expected, he has successfully become a Novice in both Alteration and Restoration. With his increased proficiency in those schools, he is now able to maintain more complex spells in conjecture to one another. Although from his original three spells, he has only moved from Fibberflesh to Oakflesh.'

'With my help, he slightly improved Maintain Condition, which has proven to be quite a decent spell. It's not as efficient as other similar higher complexity Spells, but it's something any can learn. That is, if they posses equally deep magicka reserves, otherwise, such a spell is nothing but a ridiculous waste of effort.'

'In either case, with his deepening understanding of the School of Restoration, I've taught him two simple wards to assist him in his daily activities. The two being Spells of my creation, modified to fit his level. The first one being a simple Magicka ward to protect him from foreign energies, and the second one being a mental ward to shield his mind from interference.'

'Both wards can be continuously activated and maintained by his magicka pool if he masters them. Which already has.'

'His interest in the school of Alteration has attracted the attention of our senior scholar in Alteration, Tolfdir. I've heard from Mirabelle that in private hours, he'd often consul him on his experiments. Same for our senior scholar in Restoration, Colette Marence.'

'I was initially skeptical of Colette's influence, given her inexperience. She has recently taken over our previous senior scholar after he left the College to deepen his studies in the School of Julianos. His return is unlikely. However, she's done a good job so far.'

'I expect such encounters to increase as my apprentice furthers his knowledge in the many schools. I'm certain that sooner or later he'll catch up to me and take my place as Arch-Mage, but that remains to be seen. Just mastering the Schools of Magic isn't sufficient. Being an Arch-Mage means being able to make decisions, a fact I've been pondering upon recently.'

'His progress in Destruction remains steady. He'll likely become a Novice in destruction within either this year or before the end of winter. As for the remaining two schools, he has shown an ever-increasing interest in Conjuration.'

'Like before, he seems keen on finding a way to continually practice magic. However, after reading several books, he came to me with the bright idea of creating a Spell that reminded me of his age… He wanted to create a spell to conjure a spoon and a bowl so he could eat anywhere…'

'While there was logic to his reasons, I could not help but grimace at the mundane projections he wished to attain with such a complex school… Alas, I was forced to explain to him that none had ever figured out how to do so. There were numerous if not thousands of methods to conjure the most brutal and fiendish of creatures, weapons, and armor, but mundane items? No one has yet created a spell for those.

'Still, I assisted him with his childish aspirations, teaching him several spells targeting the conjuration of clothing so he could entertain himself. Conjuration itself is the art of summoning a Daedra bound into the form of an item. It's just that the secrets to summoning other forms have yet to be discovered or shared.'

'Still, the idea itself made its way to our Senior Schoolar of Conjuration, Ackrom Agramar. He seemed to have found the idea somewhat entertaining and is experimenting with it, I only hope he outgrows this and focus his attention on his previous experiments soon enough.'

'Lastly, he seems to be having difficulty with Illusion, and I can understand why. His usual process of learning through practice cannot be properly enforced given Illusion only properly works when there's a target to fool. In the College, experimenting with fellow apprentices is strictly forbidden, hence, he's been having issues testing his magic.'

'There are ways to remedy this fact. But in the sea of tasks he found himself in, I decide to leave it for another time.'

'This concludes the summary of my recent observations.'

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"… It's been a year already…"

'Time flew by in a flash… It's been fun.'

Standing at the corner of his room, Baden closed his shining hands before taking a sip from a glass bottle nearby. Above his head, multiple orbs of light shone dimly, and from certain angle, it even seemed as if his clothes were shining…

His birthday was only days before, his parent's letter congratulating him had arrived a month before, but he still enjoyed it all the same.

Now eight years old, just half of an adult, yet better than many.

"… Haa… Always cold. Enchanting this cup was a good decision."

'Now… Its time to go meet the Arch-Mage. Since this is the last day of the "one year tutelage", I wonder what he has in mind for me.'

'I still don't think I'm ready to participate in active classes, but maybe he thinks otherwise. Either way, I'm fine with either. Reading books progresses my crafts and so does listening to the lessons.'

'It's been a whole year. Progress has been beyond satisfactory.'

He opened his drawer, taking a thin book with no cape. His diary.

'Here it is, my progress…'

[

The Mage: Alteration 31, Conjuration 13, Destruction 24, Enchanting 13, Illusion 9, Restoration 27.

The Thief: Alchemy 17, Light Armor 5, Lockpicking 20, Pickpocket 15, Sneak 28, Speech 24.

The Warrior: Archery 14, Block 4, Heavy Armor 7, One-handed 12, Smithing 9, Two-handed 12.

]

'Almost there. My teacher considers me a Novice in Alteration, Destruction, and Restoration, but from a technical standpoint, I still lack slightly. In fact, how can one quantify knowledge?'

'I've read dozens of books on all fields. At first, every two or so books gave me an epiphany, but now, it takes a while. But that's not the method I've been relying on to raise my abilities. Practice has made this possible.'

'Casting spells time and time again, hundreds to thousands of times. Finding a way to have certain spells continually activate and draw from my magicka pool. Those methods have worked for me the best.'

'An epiphany will not create new knowledge, but rather, give me further insight into everything I've learned and help me see things from another perspective. That was how I created the multi-elemental spell when I first met my master.'

'That's why I also read so much. For the more knowledge I gather, the more efficient and valuable these epiphanies will become. But it's not like I can delay them. I need to understand what I study to progress further, especially with a teacher as strict as Savos. So I must continue to practice my spells, even if it means getting an epiphany ahead of time before finishing an important book.'

'Now, that aside, it's time for me to cash on my blessings. Ever since I spent my tenth blessing, I haven't spent any in expectation for this day.'

'I've successfully gathered five blessings. And it's now time to spend them… My goal this time… Is the Constellation of the Warrior.'

'Reason tells me I should continue to increase my talents in my current field. Increasing the number of blessings by 50% would likely cause a significant shift in my talent, so much so it might make Savos shudder.'

'But that's exactly why I must experiment. I lack far too much knowledge on the changes these blessings bring me, and with so many opportunities available, I can't help it but try.'

'My expectations given the little I've documented is that by receiving the Warrior's blessings, my body will be strengthened. But by how much? What are its limits? What else will change?'

'Would my talent for combat heighten? Would my ability to access the battlefield sharpen? Would my lifespan increase in response to my physical growth? There is magic that can strengthen the body, but it's quite advanced. Would this blessing be like that?'

'Only one way to find out… And that… Was what I thought I month ago.'

'Around a month ago, I invested my first blessing. One week later, the second, one week after that, the third. And yesterday, the fourth one… I now have a greater idea of how blessings work and how they interact with one another.'

'In short, I've determined that balancing the blessings rewards far more than what each blessing would originally provide. By strengthening my body, so did my magicka pool and my intelligence, aspects I had originally associated with the Constellation of the Mage.'

'Unfortunately, I do not possess the tools to test things like my tolerances to the elements beyond magical nor my ability to handle myself in combat, but I do not doubt those were affected as well.'

'Once this is over, I'll gather more blessings and do the same to the Thief constellation. However, I doubt it'll provide me with what I desire… Still, one or two blessings won't do too bad. Once I check the effects of the Constellation, I'll return to investing them on the Constellation of the Mage.'

'At the end of the day, it is the one which gives me the most benefit out of them all. And once I gather even more, I can then receive the blessings of the Warrior again and balance my body further.'

'I think a ratio of around 2:1:7 should do just fine for now. But I'll likely think about these values soon enough. I still have a long time before I grow into an adult. I've thought deeply about my future. And I think I decided on what to do.'

'Before the Civil war kicks off and the Dragons return, I will grow a faction that can influence the fate of the whole province! That's the most sure-fire way to achieve my desired goals.'

'Once Alduin returns and plunges the world aflame and the destine one rises to face it, I must be there to understand and follow his actions. All the while purging this land of its corruption.'

'My life will extent well beyond those events and I plan to live a long life. So I'd rather live in a stable nation then in one riddled with war and plagues… But that is but a distant dream.'

Baden reached left his room and went to the ceiling of his tower, looking at the dim stars above. The sun was slowly rising on the horizon, casting them aside. If not now, then never.

'Actually, I've learned that even without the starts, if I have a rough understanding of where they reside, I can still receive their blessings. But I'm no astronomer. It's difficult for me to calculate their positions unless I planned for beforehand.'

'Still, it might be worthwhile to indulge in research on the stars once I have the time. If my abilities are connected to them, then maybe the ancient civilizations that meddled with the Constellations may hold keys to what these powers truly mean. If they even have an answer.'

'But that too is to be left to the far future… I have many aspirations, like learning Shadow, Mind, and even Soul magic. I think I'll be rather busy then. Enough for several lifetimes most likely.'

He smiled faintly before focusing his eyes on the horizon. The Warrior Constellation shone the brightest in Winter, so as long as he followed the sun, he'd find it in the sky.

He sought that strange feeling deep within him and 'connected' with the stars, drawing power from them. Once he felt his body overflow with power, the ritual had been completed, and he descended to his room while the sun overtook the heavens.

Not long after, while the students were still asleep with few rising from their beds, Baden made his way to Savos' personnal room to know of his fate.

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