Deanna and Vern walked back towards the Base-Camp around sunset. Their horses had been tired after walking along all day, so Deanna insisted they not strain their energy. It turned out she was very fond of horses. Vern didn't bother arguing. He had no reason to rush anyway.
    When they reentered the Base-Camp, they heard voices. Deanna lifted her head curiously and slightly worriedly as she slid out of her saddle, carefully holding the bag of groceries she carried.
    "Look, I'm using all my willpower right now to not knock you out and bury you alive, got that?"
    "I'm being serious this time, Rythian. This is an actual problem, this is bad."
    "I don't care, go away."
    Deanna peered around the corner of the tent while Vern was still trying to climb off his horse without falling painfully, just in time to see the two people clearly.
    One was the Mage she had met earlier. The other was a man she'd never met before. He wore a white lab coat like Clancy's had been, only the sleeves were long, and black gloves. His hair was blonde and his eyes obscured by safety goggles. He seemed rather travel worn and frustrated.
    "What's the problem?" The scientist demanded. "You don't believe me? You don't care? This could affect you too!" He sighed loudly and pulled off his goggles. "There, see?!"
    Deanna's eyes widened slightly. She saw glowing purple marks all over his face around his eyes, shimmering softly.
    Rythian seemed surprised by it too. "Holy shit, Duncan... Is that...?"
    "We call it flux." The scientist, Duncan, sighed. "Kim's worse. I've tried everything, I can't get it off."
    Rythian pinched the bridge of his nose. "...I'm sorry... I don't know how to fix it."
    Duncan stared silently. "...Are you sure there's nothing you can do?"
    "If I knew how, I'd do it." Rythian said. He glanced past Duncan at Deanna. "You should go, I have work to do..."
    Duncan sighed. "Alright..." He left with a small wave, brushing past Deanna she watched him go, Duncan stopping by Vern and talking to him rather interestedly.
    "So, what's your name?"
    Deanna turned to Rythian. "M-Me?"
    "Yes, who else would I be talking to?" Rythian asked. "What's your name?"
    "Deanna... Deanna Blake."
    "Hm. Funny. Not really a Witch name, is it?"
    Deanna stared at him. "...Pardon?"
    "Did you get the things I asked for?" Rythian asked, changing the subject casually.
    "Uh... Yes, I did." Deanna held out the bag. "Here..."
    Rythian took it and opened it, pulling everything out. He walked to the other side of the tent, where a potion stand was, and started to cook and mix the ingredients all together; all except for the mug, which he left on the table. Deanna had chosen a mint green one was a darker green heart on the side.
    Vern stepped inside the tent as Rythian started to speak. "So, are you aware of what exactly you are, Deanna?"
    Deanna stared at his back. "...No..."
    "Many aren't." Rythian said. "What is your relationship with your parents, hm?"
    "My mother was a Witch, and my dad is an Enchanter.. So I always guessed I just got my dad's genes."
    "Your mother was a Witch?" Rythian queried.
    "Yeah... She died in childbirth."
    "With you?"
    Deanna nodded. "It was just me, my dad, and my big brother before I left for the army."
    "Indeed? Well I'm sorry to say your mother cheated on your father."
    Deanna tensed and Vern's eyes widened in surprise.
    "Wh... What...?" Deanna whispered.
    "You're not half Witch, Deanna." Rythian said. "You're just Witch. Purebred Witch."
    Deanna stared at him in shock and shakily sat down.
    "Take it easy, little one." Rythian said, glancing back at her as he stirred his ingredients in a small wooden bowl. "I know it's a lot to take it."
    "I... I don't understand..." Deanna whispered.
    Rythian poured the contents of the bowl into one of the glass bottles and set it on the potion stand. "I'll explain." He said, leaning against the wooden table. "You're aware of Magists, yes?"
    "Y-Yes..."
    "I don't." Vern said.
    "Well the Magists are all people who can use a form of magic." Rythian said. "There are different types though. The least powerful are Enchanters and Enchantresses. They can only affect certain items and give them mild magical qualities, or make potions. Deanna thought she was an Enchantress, but she's not and I'll explain how that works later. Next powerful are Wizards. They can use internal magic, like healing or sensing strong emotions. Next are Mages, who can only use external magic. I'm a Mage myself. External magic is things like lighting your hands on fire or maybe moving things without touching them. The next up are Sorcerers and Sorceresses. They can use both internal and external magic. And lastly, Witches and Warlocks. They were the ones most affected by the Magist War back in the eighteen hundreds, so there's only maybe a few thousand of them left alive. And the ones that are alive are usually crossbred, like half human half Warlock, or half Ilex or half whatever. You're one of the few pure breeds left. Which makes you very powerful, and also puts you in danger."
    Deanna blinked. "I... In danger?"
    "There are still several people left who don't like Warlocks." Rythian walked across the room to a bookshelf, leading through the books. "They think they're too powerful. So since you're purebred, if one of them sees you, they could try to kill you. Honestly, I'm surprised you haven't run into one yet."
    Deanna swallowed. "Wh-What do I do if I run into one?"
    "Defend yourself." Rythian pulled out a book, bound in leather and maybe two inches thick, and dropping it on the table in front of Deanna, making her jump. "This is a book of spells. Read the cover."
    Deanna timidly looked down at the cover of the book, and noticed that the title was in an alphabet she couldn't understand. "I... I can't read it..."
    "That's because this entire book is written in the alphabet of the Magists. You read it like English, but you write it like this." Rythian opened the book to one of the first pages. "Luckily, this book gives you the alphabet right there on the page one."
    Deanna sighed softly in relief. "Thank you..."
    "It's a spellbook." Rythian stated. "Warlocks and Witches, along with external and internal magic use spells with words. That's called lyrical magic."
    "Do I-"
    "No, you don't have to sing the the spells. You just say them."
    "So... You want me to learn these spells?" Deanna asked.
    "This book is your bible." Rythian said. "Religiously memorize these spells, they'll save your life many times. Especially since you're in the line of duty."
    Deanna swallowed. "I'm a Buddhist though..."
    "Well you're a Buddhist with a magic bible. Good luck."
    "O-Okay, I guess..." Deanna said softly.
    "Good." Rythian took the bottle off the potion station and poured the steaming liquid inside into Deanna's mug. "There. Drink up."
    Deanna stared at it hesitantly, before she slowly picked it up and sniffed it. "What is it...?"
    "It's just a nice drink." Rythian said. "It's hot water, milk, honey, and cinnamon. I wrote the recipe on the front inside cover of your book. If you ever get scared or stressed, make yourself this drink and it'll help soothe your nerves."
    Deanna smiled a little. "Thank you!"
    Rythian just nodded, turning away again.
    "So... What made her think she was an Enchantress when she was really a Witch?" Vern asked as Deanna sipped from her mug shyly. "Why didn't she use any powerful magic."
    "Ah, yes..." Rythian said. "There's a sort of coming of age thing for Magists... Some never go through it, some have powerful magic their whole lives. But most Mages, Sorcerers, and Warlocks won't be able to access their core until they're mature."
    "Core?" Deanna asked.
    "It's like a soul, but bigger." Rythian said. "Among other species, their soul is in their chest, under their heart, and about the size of their fist. But for Magists, their soul is as big as they are, extending throughout their whole body. We call it an aura. The thing that's under their hearts is their core, which is where all their magic comes from. When a powerful Magist reaches a point when their heart, mind, and soul are all at peace, they'll allow you capability to access your core, and use your strongest magic. We call it unlocking you magic. You just unlocked your magic last night. Now what you have to do is learn to control it, so you can be the great Witch I can sense in your aura."
    Deanna smiled a little into her mug. "I-I'll try..."
    "That's all you have to do." Rythian said. "If you want, you could stay here and I could teach you to harness your core."
    Deanna hesitated, but eventually shook her head. "I can't... My teacher is Seto, he works at the base."
    "Yes, I've met him... He's a friend actually. I'll write a letter explaining your condition. Wait here, I'll send it back with you." Rythian nodded to them before he left the room, Deanna and Vern watching him go.

As soon as Clancy went back to the base, he went straight to the library to desperately try and scramble to finish the project. Jason had assigned toe days prior. He only had the night to complete it, and without a lab partner too. He sighed as he searched for the books tiredly. It was nearly sunset as he went in. The librarians looked up at him, one raising an eyebrow. One of them was blond and tall. The other was shorter, with thin rimmed rectangular glasses on his nose. He has black hair and wore rather old baggy clothes. He seemed quite like a college student.
    "Can I help you?" He asked.
    The blond boy looked at him. "Moony, it's my shift now, you should go home."
    "Nah, I'll take this last customer." The dark haired librarian walked around the counter to Clancy. "Can I help you?" He repeated himself.
    "Um... Yeah, I'm looking for a book on like... Alchemy? Or chemistry?"
    The boy hesitated, huffing. "Hm... Here, over here." He led him towards the back of the library, to the science section. He climbed up the later and looked through the many books on the eighth shelf up.
   "So what's your name?" He asked as he looked.
   "Clancy Barlow. I'm here on a mission from Yoglabs, but I'm a temporary Star Cadet so I'm trying to get the materials I need for a good project."
    "When's the project due?"
    "Tomorrow morning."
    The boy snorted. "Star Cadets at their finest. I've never seen any procrastinate as much as General Provst's Cadets."
    Clancy rolled his eyes. "So what's your name?"
    "Moon Moon." The boy answered.
    Clancy looked at him. "No, really."
    Moon Moon sighed. "Yes, I know, it'd very funny. My parents decided to play a practical joke on my entire life."
    Clancy blinked in surprise. "...You're actually called Moon Moon?"
    "Yes."
    "That really sucks."
    "It does indeed." Moon Moon climbed down the ladder with three books. "Here." He said. "So what exactly is your project about, hm?"
    "I have to make like three medals, I don't get it. It's some riddle."
    "Oh, I love riddles." Moon Moon said. "May I help?"
    Clancy blinked. "Yeah, can't see why not. Let's get back to the Lab."
    Clancy waved a hand and led Moon Moon from the library and down the hall.