Medlock jerked back, in surprise at the refusal, but content knowing he would not have to give up a meal.
"Well, fuzzy, you have your own dietary choices, like me. I respect your choices."
Suddenly his back smarted, and he knew he would have to find some freshwater, but not now. He was tired, ripping the water from a tree being particularly exhausting.
He sat down on the grass, and bit into the raw fish, his Atlantean nature allowing him to consume fish fresh from the sea without the need to be cooked.
He pulled out his spell book, and flicked it open to a particular page about Atlantean physiology.
"The abilities of the typical Atlantean are wide and varied; the most basic ability of the Atlantean is the ability to breathe the water of his home.
However, this is not the only ability we have.
Atlanteans are also possessed of super strength, due to the pressures sustained by inhabitants of Atlantis under the ocean. Also every Atlantean can claim a spark of magical power, which can be harnessed and developed into the power of a warlock, however, this is only after years of practice and effort, developing the will and the spirit to the point of manifesting a change in the aether, and by definition, the world in which we live. The strain undergone by Atlanteans to develope this spark manifests itself in different ways: different focuses and talents among different warlocks. Many have developed a flair for teleportation, and also others a talent for creating portals to far distant lands, and yet even more specialize in the summoning of creatures from worlds beyond our own."
Medlock closed the book, in deep thought. His powers over water were unprecedented, even frightening, to the other Atlanteans. He could even create water from nothing, in Atlantis' Name! Although they hid their fear with the love and respect they had for him, Medlock could feel the fear they held for him.
Which I can understand, he thought. Power over water could paralyze the entire city. I could increase the pressure around the city, collapsing the forcefield protecting the city, and they would be crushed by the pressure, our ability to breathe water be damned. Or I could flood their lungs with water, and make it so they could not breathe out, thereby suffocating them. Not to mention his power to freeze water, he could make spikes and...
"No..." Medlock swore, vowing yet again to use his powers to glorify Atlantis, not destroy it.
His water control was so foreign to Atlantean thought and knowledge, he had poured over every book on magic Atlantis had. Rather than have to develope and harness this gift, it came to him naturally, as if he made to request to another and this other put in the effort for him. He knew it wasnt his own magical spark, he had developed his own to only be of medium power among the warlocks of Atlantis. His Water Gift, as he called it, was completely separate from the spark his people had written about.
He leaned back, and stared at the stars, lost in deep thought.
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