NOVEL WEB Ch. 12
Fabrisse’s room resembled a secondhand bookshop crossbred with a nostalgic attic. It overflowed with annotated journals, old field guides, rejected thesis scrolls, and sentimental clutter no sane person would inventory, and the only reason why it looked remotely neat was because Dubbie insisted on tidying it up, even after Fabrisse had specifically told her not to.
He liked the kind of chaos he’d created. There was a logic to the mess, a cartography of clutter only he could read. The seventh shelf creaked under the weight of old geology pamphlets and snack tins he refused to throw away for ‘structural reasons.’ His desk was a mosaic of quills, ink blotches, and half-scribbled diagrams, with a single Stupenstone perched on top like a paperweight that had earned tenure.
And right in the center of it all, glowing above a pile of folded robes and enchanted paper receipts, floated the glyph:
[PRIMARY AETHER PATH: Celestial Hoarding]
Aetheric output and spell amplification scale directly with the quantity of stored objects of the same kind within your Aetherhold.
Emotional and historical resonance increase potency.
Improvements come in the form of synergy with existing hoarding skills.
[SYSTEM TIP: Clutter is power.]
[WARNING: Inventory overflow may cause ambient anomalies.]
He reread it twice. Then a third time. Listing facts first: Aetherhold. Stored objects. Emotional resonance. Internal concordance.
What is this paradoxical kind of magic? Power through clutter? Strength through junk?
He had stared at it ever since he’d woken up. It seemed like an odd ability to have, but it perfectly suited him as a person. Basically, if he held like ten stones, he would get a buff from the stones. If he managed to find fifty scrolls and could somehow hold them all in his pockets, he would get the buff from those scrolls.
All those years getting scolded for being disorganized, for hoarding sentimental junk, for never throwing out anything unless it physically tried to bite him (like that one spoon)—this was what it had been building to?
“This doesn’t answer what an Aetherhold is, though.” He picked up a mug, the chipped one with a faded ‘World’s Okayest Apprentice’ painted on it. A gag gift from Dubbie. Their home had no less than twenty mugs, and she was solely responsible for at least eighteen of them.
He squinted at the floating glyph. “Alright, how do I get more info out of you . . .”
Then, on a hunch, he focused and mentally commanded the words, “Open menu.” At least, that was what he remembered the glyph called itself.
The glyph split into sub-sections, arranged in the air like tabs on an overambitious syllabus.
[PROFILE]
[INVENTORY]
[QUESTS]
[SKILLS] → [WARNING: Skill recognition protocol out of sync with local definitions.]
[SPIRITUAL ALIGNMENT (UNSTABLE)]
[DIAGNOSTIC: Residual Rock Affinity – Medium High]
He hovered his finger over Diagnostic. Of all the options, this one seemed most likely to contain magical calibration tracking and related definitions.
He traced a circle in front of his heart, then opened his palm and lifted it as if to catch something invisible.
This was the Self-Directed Query Invocation, Rank I. Designed as a diagnostic posture for internal resonance mapping, it was one of the few forms that required no verbal component. In Thaumaturgic theory, every mage left a sort of ‘aetheric fingerprint’ with every spell they cast, most often in the form of colored sparks (or thaumaturgic mark, but nobody called it that). However, the invisible imprints (or imbues) like residue from emotional resonance and arcane fatigue patterns were important for correcting one’s spellwork. This spell would usually be cast after casting another spell, to trace the patterns and see where one’s resonance faded and where fatigue marks were imprinted—signs of weaknesses in the spell. Fabrisse hadn’t cast a spell before this so the Query wouldn’t show any trace, but he reckoned it could open the Diagnostic glyph.
It did.
[SYSTEM NOTE: Gesture recognized. Would you like to assign muscle memory shortcut?]
[Yes] [No] [Debug Mode]
He selected [Yes], but a question lingered in his mind. Why can I mentally select anything as long as I’m inside a sub-menu, but not before then?
[SYSTEM NOTE: Mental interface commands are imprecise, so they are permitted only for passive, conceptual navigation.
Active system-layer interactions—such as opening inventory, invoking diagnostics, or initiating spell-focused resonance—require somatic validation. Initial access of the system-layer function must interact with the intended aetheric fields.]
He was satisfied with that answer.
Invocation matched with Query Type — [INTROSPECTIVE DIAGNOSTIC]
Establishing Parameters . . .
Calibrating Concordant Resonance . . .
[AETHERIC DIAGNOSTIC]
— Aetheric Core: Active
— Resonant Element 1: Water (Inert)
— Resonant Element 2: Earth (Natural)
— Sub Element: Stone (Innate)/Mud (Average)
— Resonant Element 3: Air (Average)
— Sub Element: Veil (Average)
— Resonant Element 4: Fire (Below-Average)
— Concordance Element: Internal Hoarding Alignment (UNIQUE – Unstandardized)
— Trait Detected: Hoarder’s Mental Structure (Persistent — Cognitive Layer Integration)
[NOTE: Anomalous emotional cross-link detected between Earth and Concordance channels.]
CATEGORIES:
[SYSTEM DIAGNOSTICS]
[SETTINGS]
Aetherhold — Rank I
[Definition]
[Current Physical Manifestation: Apprentice Robe & Satchel]
[Current Registered Hoarding Object: Rocks]
[Storage Limitations: 25 active item imprints]
[Side Effect]
Ah. I remember now. Settings are inside Diagnostics. He made a mental note so he could enable the option to display aetheric reaction equations should he need them.
He opened [Definition].
Aetherhold is a sub-dimensional vault tethered to the user’s Concordant field, capable of storing the essence of objects based on emotional weight, personal attunement, or sensory memory.
At lower ranks, the object must be physically carried or worn—typically within proximity to the user’s Concordance focus (e.g., robes, satchels, or body-bound gear)—to be registered.
Higher ranks may enable remote attunement, imprint-from-memory, and strengthening via emotional and historical significance.
So Aetherhold is like a memory-echo you can recognize, but at lower levels, it’s directly linked to my Inventory. This probably means that if I carry rocks in my robe, I have a stronger resonance with Earth-type magic.
Wait. Higher rank enables strengthening via emotional and historical significance? What does that mean?
Another note popped up.
[NOTE: To complete Phase I of the guided tutorial, please visit each sub-menu at least once.]
Okay. I’ve already accessed Profile, Inventory, Diagnostics, Spiritual Alignment. Quests should be easy enough.
Fabrisse muttered, “Trace the echo, show the weight,” tapping his temple and sweeping two fingers. He had just cast Resonance Echo, a spell which reveals recently moved or emotionally charged objects within a short radius.
He’d barely put any intent behind it, more out of habit than need. The pulse that rippled out from his fingers was so faint it probably wouldn’t have startled a dust mote.
Still, a few glimmers sparked in the room.
His robe lit up first. Of course it did. He’d been wearing the same one since apprenticeship, and it had been through enough magical backfires and emotional breakdowns to qualify as a familiar.
A tiny glint shone from under his bed—his first field notebook, dog-eared, water-damaged, and filled with speculative diagrams about Aether currents that turned out to be wrong. Finally, his grandmother’s compass, long since broken, its needle forever spinning.
My magic scales with emotional and historical resonance. Maybe I should keep the notebook with me. And the compass. Though I don’t know what type of magic a broken compass would amplify . . . Maybe I can become a magical investigator or an arcane archivist with this set of items.
The Quest sub-menu opened.
[ACTIVE QUESTS: None]
[QUEST HISTORY: 1]
[SYSTEM TIP: Quests may be passively triggered through narrative resonance, significant choices, or environmental catalysts.]
Fabrisse lingered on the menu, his eyes drifting to the final unopened section: [Skills]. He’d already failed at opening this earlier.
Should I even be opening it? He asked himself. Maybe it’ll just be another disappointment. What if I’ve studied for nearly 10 years and I only have fewer than 10 registered skills?
A voice echoed up from below, jolting him.
“Fabri! You have a guest!”
It was his mother, muffled through the floorboards but still managing to inject it with that tone she reserved for when someone had shown up at a very inconvenient time. Fabrisse realized he hadn’t even greeted his mother yet. He hadn’t even told her that she would have to actually start paying his tuition fee from next semester. She probably didn’t even have a clue that studying at the Synod required a tuition fee. It only happened if you were two years behind!
What a good son I am, he told himself.