روايات وقصص ضمن Manas Epic Poem

I awoke to a ghostly beam from Mani's boat, god of moonlight, piercing me. It is said he saved two abandoned children starving at their parent's well, condemned to eat dust and mud, and adopted Hjuki and Bil, brother and sister, as his fosterchildren. Now, they guided stars across the sky under sweet lipped, black haired Mani's gentle dozey watch, spilling sweet magick milk to feed cats of ink, whose paws and sweet tongues lapped the milky starlight up, causing darkness to ink out the ancestors.

"Humans are the sole race on this world unable to use mana from birth and also the sole race unable to use magic naturally. This situation can only be redeemed once they reach their fifteenth birthday and go through a ritual which is collectively called as the Awakening. From that moment on, they can use mana. But only mana. Not magic." "What is the difference between mana and magic?" "If I had to make a simple analogy, mana is a source of energy and magic is one of the results of the manipulation and transformation of said source. Once humans awaken, they can only use mana in its rawest purest form. Manaless as they were, before the awakening, their body didn't adapt in a way to let them ma

Gripping the wooden sword that's taller than him, he tottered towards the person that he called the teacher. "Teacher, why?" He asked. The person gently placed his hand on top of his head. Then he looked at the sky. "Do you know that — the person who was born with heroic desires will be blessed with an abundance of mana. The stronger the desire the more mana the person gets, and when his/her desire continues to grow stronger, the stronger the person will get as he/she grows. On the contrary, the person who doesn't have this heroic desire will eventually have a lower chance to grow with mana."