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It came out of nowhere.
Felix was flying through the shattered skies, enjoying the sights of the many portals, taking the occasional selfie. Then the threads of energy formed between the portals. Felix almost flew straight into one. That kind of thing never happened. And the threads multiplied and filled the air until one...
...Felix now is somewhere else entirely no idea how he got here. While flying through the wilderness the pain starts and eventually culminates with a blood-covered pebble coming out of his mouth. Which was only supposed to happen if Felix was somewhere else so far that the magic that allows his immortality couldn't reach and the only possible place like this would be another universe entirely.
An hour, he gives himself that much time and uses it, but by then Felix decides that crying isn't useful anymore no matter how much he wants to.
Instead Felix searches for civilization, since he is going to stay in this world for the foreseeable future.
She is pretty alarmed by this prospect. "Don't try it without someone or something ready to absolutely obliterate whatever you produce. The last thing we need is an accidental new source of Neuroi."
"Good. Let's go see Copycat, I want to know what she makes of all this."
Copycat/Gren is arguing with the nurse in the infirmary. "I am definitely fine. I need to go find Felix and talk about all the new magic." The nurse, however, is steadfast in Gren staying here for observation.
"Hello again, Gren. Wanna talk about magic?" Felix says, then to the nurse he adds, "she really is fine."
"I'll be the judge of that," she sniffs.
"We can talk here?" Gren suggests.
"Here is," Felix suggests.
If there is a chair somewhere he will turn it around so he can seat with his arms resting on it.
"I guess we should confirm that I do have the kinds of magic I claimed to have? I have three: Skymagery, which is responsible for the wings, weather-powers and fire-powers; immortality, which gives me a new body; and dreamshaping which gives me the ability to create a pocket dimension."
"The process of confirming you have those will just be me staring at you for a while, picking apart the layers. Tell me more about them?"
"Sure. Let's start with Skymagery, which is a bit complicated to explain.There are nine sky-gifts: flight; wind; warmth; cold; electricity; humidity; light; dark; forecast. Every skymage gets flight. I have the first six. They are constrained to the atmosphere, I can chill the air in the room, but not directly lower your body temperature. On top of that the gifts can come in greater form which gives an extra-boost. I have one greater gift, warmth, which manifest itself as control over fire. Skymagery is hereditary, working through some annoying rules such that my twin," there is a pang of pain in his face, "is genetically identical to me, but his greater gift is flight, he can just float instead of beating his wings. Following?"
If she looks close, Gren might notice some omissions but no contradictions to what he said, like the part that handles flight also comes with built-in personal weather protection, the ability to regenerate the wings into perfect condition (she could probably give herself regeneration and perfect health by copying it) and how the flight has a telekinetic component, apparently working through a combination of aerodynamics, short-range weather control and self-telekinesis.
"Following, but if you miss them a lot by the way, we have a teleporter on the team. Who owes me favors. Want me to call her?"
"Okay," Felix says a little deflated, "So... my immortality, no, better if I explain dreamshaping first. So, dreamshaping, it is given when someone is touched by the dreamshard, a magical crystal, while the person is sleeping. Then start producing a pocket dimension around them, and they won't wake up unless their projected self leaves the dimension. After that happens they can expand the dimension controllably during sleep, with some limitations that are very idiosyncratic, some dreamshapers can only do one kind of terrain, others can't do buildings or can only do limit types of buildings, some can conjure magical things others can't. It varies. I have a easier time doing overdecorated luxury stuff and can't do lightbulbs and magical things. Once the dimension is expanded it stays that way. It is also possible to create portals between your pocket dimensions and others. Portals have keys, which are circunstances where they open, close, lock or unlock. Dreamshapers' Keys have themes, mine is warmth."
"I'm definitely seeing the broad strokes of all this. But it's all layered and smushed together so I'll just trust you on the details."
"I understand. So finally, my immortality. It's derived from my twin's dimension. Which is sort of... twisted version of the skymage culture afterlife. His dimension produces this floating bolders with a spring on top, if someone drinks from a unclaimed spring they become a skymage if they aren't one already and the springs sort of," they obviously have no concept of back ups, "records their minds constantly and if their body is killed a new one grows in the fountain. Oh, when the spring is claimed it grows a stone fountain with a statue of you on it. Anyway, a new body grows in the fountain in a week."
"The connection is extremely strong, but if it breaks somehow there is a safeguard where the fountain considers the body dead and starts growing a new one. While the disconnected body then throws up a pebble that grows into a new fountain. Coming here got me disconnected."
"Damn. I mean, It's not like I want my friends and family to miss me, but it does mean that I will have to find the way back without any potential help from their end and if I don't go back fast enough there is going to be another me living his own life."
"I have no idea how to even begin to help with that other than offering sympathy. And getting Lytee over here to try and 'port you."
"That is enough, really. And thank you, I know that your world is dealing with worse problems. Far worse."
"No," Felix agrees, "but it might be a good idea at least wait until I give you advanced technological knowledge to your word. Maybe my world's version of witchcraft too. If I'm too far away for my original fountain to keep a connection I'm definitely too far away for the Witch-Queens to catch me with a copy of their books."
"You might have to explain that. Trapping you, recording your actions? It's your choice but I definitely approve of technology. We've come a long way by ourselves though, I think."
"I am very impressed, but no reason not to advance you a century or two. Or at least a century or two by my worlds' standards. And the Witch-Queens are very powerful, but narcissistic, magic users that hunt down whoever steals their secrets, their means to do that are not truly known, but are so efficient that not a single government in the world manage to steal them. I wouldn't be surprised a single Witch-Queen could turn the tide in the war against the Neuroi, the problem would be convincing one to come fight them in the first place."
"...They sound like something to definitely not piss off. Let's not steal books from them in case they can detect it, is my instinct. The High Command has more authority."