Eleyn was out on a stroll, cradling her baby like a prized loaf of bread, oblivious to the fact that her little bundle of joy was secretly plotting world domination. Her only concern was The fact that her husband had casually walked into their room earlier, dripping in blood, with horns not retracted. And no, this wasn't the medieval equivalent of a messy day at work.
Nobles weren't supposed to flaunt their horns when not in battle—it was considered "not proper." But hey, he was definitely not winning any Father of the Year awards either.
As she walked, her mind wandered to more pressing issues—like how utterly boring it was to just sit around all day reading. Sure, she was an unstoppable force who made childbirth look like a mildly uncomfortable yoga session, but a little post-baby exhaustion wouldn't have hurt, she could've slept away the boredom that way.
She wished she could kick back like the elves or dwarves, who got to lounge around after their babies were born. Lucky them, sipping tea, feet up, reading Elven Weekly while the world passed them by (Not actually though, they were sleeping from exhaustion). But her? She had to bounce back immediately. And, unfortunately, it was getting boring fast.
As boredom teased her aggressively, She had a brilliant Idea after thinking about elves: why not check on the elf tutor who was currently trying to educate her older children, Amber and Liam? Now that might be entertaining—watching someone else suffer for a change. Kidding, she was just there to check on her children's education, like a responsible mother... Yeah.
But also, watching an elf attempt to teach two pint-sized hurricanes? A+ entertainment.
Judge, on the other hand, was sound asleep in his mom's arms, having no idea when he'd drifted off. His head was pounding, thanks to the fact that he forgot to turn off his enhanced cognition. Just how careless can a person be, but hey, he was still a baby, carelessness is an expected trait.
Just as he was about to shut his EC down, he heard an unknown voice he had never heard before (EC -> Enhanced Cognition). Curious, he peeked over and saw a woman—an elf, to be exact, with ears sharp enough to pick up satellite signals and a fashion sense that screamed "I'm too fancy for my own good."
She was decked out in a blue full skirt, completed with a set of ribbons and laces, her dress was just too fancy for a casual wear inside someone's house. Her blonde hair was neatly tied up in a bun that probably took longer to perfect than most people spent getting dressed, and most females take a lot of time getting dressed.
"So let me repeat what I just explained," She was taking lessons to his parent stealers (Siblings). "Ethercraft can be used in any form as long as the user knows the principles behind it and applies it properly. So, for the next exercise, I want you to try and form your own ethercraft.
Remember, ethercraft is all about creativity and principles, and as long as you have the right principles, you can let your creativity run wild and create anything with ether." She paused, letting the little geniuses—ages six and two—digest this nugget of wisdom. Then she dropped the bomb-
"But!" She said with a serious look on her face, "Please be mindful about your psyche, using ethercraft which is too complex for your psyche to handle will make you go mad, and will be left as a shell of your former being, ready to be killed because your mind is already dead." She never considered that she was telling about the consequences to a six-year-old and a two-year-old.
She might as well have told them not to eat too much candy before bed.
Judge was so invested that he forgot to cry—he forgot two very important things: he was starving, and his head was throbbing like a bad dubstep beat. His cry forced his mom to leave the room in order to feed him. Once outside and after making sure the door was closed, she leaned forward with Judge gripped tightly in her arms, and ran at such a speed that made Usain bolt back down and take notes.
In fact, she was practically a blur, did she not consider that a newborn baby was in her arms?
She stopped right in front of their room, but Physics decided to take a medical leave today as he never experienced any kinetic force for the duration of his travels, but the air around decided to side with Physics as they moved around chaotically, creating turbulence and shockwaves.
His mother slowly entered the room as she was just back from a leiserous stroll. Once inside, she settled onto the bed and began feeding him. Judge, now fully aware that his mom might actually be a superhero (or supervillain), decided it was best to eat up and stay on her good side. After all, world domination was going to require some serious parental support.
Day gave way for the night, and judge was put inside his crib instead of on the bed, near his mom. But this time, he didn't complain, he used interdimensional VPN to travel to his studio, which was just as complicated as putting an iPhone into silent mode.
Once inside and grown up to be a full-grown adult, threw on his signature mask, and parked himself on the throne like the mastermind he was, not. And then, only then, did he start thinking of what the elf tutor said.
His mind wandered back to the elf tutor's words about ethercraft—being all about creativity and principles. That sounded great in theory, but in practice, he felt like someone had handed him a book called "Teleportation for Dummies" and left out all the pages.
If ethercraft was really based on just plane creativity and principles, what about the time when his grandfather used a sphere to teleport before?
Was that another form of ethercraft? or was that an artifact? He decided not to whack his brain further with that trail of thoughts. He instead focused on how to properly create a principle for teleporting.
Of course, teleporting was not as easy as ordering a quantum physics for babies textbook on Amazon (Yes that is a thing). He could still try to develop a principle for teleporting, not that he was familiar with it.
After a bit of thinking, he realized one thing: teleporting wasn't just moving from point A to point B. It was more like folding space, or at least making two places temporarily connect, he heard that on YouTube. If he could just imagine that the space around him was flexible, like bending paper, then he could theoretically move across it by "pinching" two points together.
With that in mind, he needed a way to form his principle. Ether seemed to be like a universal power source, so it should be possible to use it to create a connection between two points. He decided to keep things simple:
1. Visualize the place he wanted to go.
2. Picture the ether connecting his current position to that spot, like a bridge or a string.
3. Use the ether to "pull" the two points closer until they overlapped.
5. you completed all the steps.
This was starting to feel like an informative reel on Instagram—For those who don't know—without any knowledgeable or useful info.
It sounded reasonable. Now, it was time to test it. He closed his eyes, focusing on a corner of the throne room. He visualized the ether like threads, stretching out from where he was sitting to the distant corner. Slowly, he tugged at them, pulling the two spaces closer together, trying to fold the distance between them.
For a moment, nothing happened. He frowned, but then suddenly, he felt a shift. It was as if the air around him rippled, and in a blink, he was standing in the corner of the room.
It worked. He blinked in surprise. No party poppers, no confetti, but hey, he just teleported! The principle seemed to be solid: using ether to connect two points, then pulling them together, he was confident that this was not the effect of studio at play.
He did a little victory shuffle, more out of relief than excitement. His principle was simple and effective, and it didn't involve any quantum-level headaches or the need for goat sacrifices.
With teleporting now in his toolbox, he felt like he was one step closer to world domination. Baby steps, literally. He could finally go out and make his grand debut in his new world, it was time for him to gather his audience in the throne room.
But one problem still remained, he wondered why problems loved him more than sleep. When he was out on his grand venture into wherever the teleportation takes him, his mother could actually wake to find her baby gone. Now that was not a very ideal situation.
But that was for another day, he still needed his rest and he had already spent a lot of time in his personal dimension. So he headed back with more tasks to achieve the next day.