As it turned out, learning Welfth was far more difficult than Albion could have anticipated.

  It wasn’t so much the written portion that he struggled with. That’s not to say it wasn’t gruelingly difficult. It’s just…speaking Welfth was far more difficult than writing it could ever be.

  The language was different from Aberelthian in many ways but the most prominent was how the writing translated to the spoken word. There were so many symbols and many of them shared the same meaning, but you could spell a single word differently depending on how and in what way you wanted to say it. 10 words could mean one thing, just said a different way.

  And the reason this was important was because of the power held in the spoken word.

  Yes.

  The spoken word held actual power.

  Certain words, had a form different from the normally spoken words.

  It wasn't just simple differences in interpretation, at the cost of massive amounts of prana, these words became magic.

  All he had to do was imbue them with Prana.

  And that is where learning the language became nearly impossible.

  He couldn’t just speak and put prana into his voice. Humans weren’t designed to speak like the Faye, who were beings made of Prana. He had to spend most of his time just learning how to alter his voice using Prana. After what was probably years of practice he had learned three of these special words.

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  Stop, Turn, and Shout.

  It took so much practice to learn each of them that he wasn’t sure he would ever learn the language. He was starting to enjoy the process though.

  Learning the language was a lot easier when he could put it into practice.

  Albion stood in the middle of his office, cookbook in hand.

  Feeling the Prana that coated his throat and lungs.

  Focusing as hard as he could, he tossed the book into the air.

  When it was at the peak of its arc he spoke in a whisper.

  “Stop.”

  It froze mid-air.

  Then immediately started falling again. Continuing on the path it originally followed through the air.

  He could really only fully stop small objects, and he could only stop them for a very short period of time. Bigger objects could only be stopped for a split second before continuing to fall to the ground.

  And interestingly enough, the descent of the object was never slowed after being stopped. Instead, they continued on as if nothing had happened. Going at exactly the same speed and direction as before.

  Just as the book he had thrown now continued along the arc of his original toss.

  “Ughh…”

  He look at his page in the journal, checking his page.

  {Prana (15/142)}

  He was still at the point he could only use one word a day.

  And if he put a bit too much Prana into his voice, he would start to feel nauseous like he was right now.

  He had run out of Prana the first time he used the skill. It left him curled up on the floor, incapacitated, heaving up bile for hours.

  He shuddered just at the though of it.

  It used so much of his Prana just to stop a book, but every couple of days he would gain a little bit of Prana, just one more unit, but over time he knew it would only help him to have more. So he just kept practicing.

  He needed all he could get if he ever wanted to use the language in a fight.

  He needed to learn more.

  He needed to be fully prepared for the test to come.