Chapter 8 - Learning The Basics II (1/2)
It's been 4 months since I have been reincarnated and nothing has really happened since I found out about the 'Soul Flames' and could finally see them. I made the name on the spot and no one is going to know about it since I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who can see them.
These 'Soul Flames' are a lot more convenient than they look. At first, I believed that these soul flames simply told me how much energy a person had left, or in better words, their spiritual state. My theory is that everything and anything a person does will affect their spiritual state, therefore, changing the size and brightness of the soul flame to replicate their current state.
This theory would mean even emotions, physical state, mental state and even the magic they use can affect their soul flame in both positive and negative ways.
Over the last 2 months, I solely practiced seeing the flame which caused me to have searing headaches similar to the ones that I would get after trying to resonate and manipulate the elemental particles around me.
Through shedding blood, sweat and tears (sweat being the only literal one), I was able to finally evolve my ability to see soul flames. While before, the flames would be blurry and hard to see, now they were slightly clearer than usual. This allowed me to finally see the flames like the first time I saw my mothers, well... kind of.
The first time I saw my mothers soul flame it was as clear as day and I could feel an aura seeping from it, yet when I lost focus, the next time I saw my mothers flame it was blurry/ foggy to the point the only thing I could see was how large and how bright the flame was. Even then, I would not be able to tell the difference between flames of a similar size since they all looked like each other.
After my 'small' evolution, I was able to see the soul flame a lot more clearly than before. This small change allowed me to check on my previous theories. Even though the theory had not been completely proven right, I had found out that I was right about one thing, and it is that emotions manipulate the way the soul flame will burn.
When my mother was shouting at my father for a reason unknown to me since I cannot understand them, her soul would start to violently burst outwards and shrink back to its original form just to burst outwards again. When she is taking care of me, however, her flame would be burning with a warm gentle heat that I could almost feel.
The only thing I know so far is that the indication of worry is a violent panicked flicker, anger is an outburst of flames on all sides, and calm happiness is a warm gentle burning flame.
Finally, after a few months of constant pestering by everyone in the family, I had learnt everyone's names.
My mother's name was Ava. She has bright cyan eyes with elegant curves and silky smooth hair coming down to her hips. She had a smile that would destroy a whole castle in a matter of seconds, while her skin radiated a holy aura whenever she wasn't bickering with her husband. She was about 5ft 7, she was quite petite, yet you could tell all the nutrients were going to the right places.