I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 938: The Start

Erend stepped out onto the porch with his hands tucked in his pockets. Arty was curled up in the armchair. A book open across her lap. Her eyes skimming the pages.

When he stopped beside her, she looked up.

"It’s ready," Erend said.

Arty blinked, the words seeming to take a moment to land. Her excited face from days before was still there but now something else had settled underneath. Now there were a quiet nervousness in her expression.

"You nervous?" Erend asked.

She gave a small chuckle.

"A little bitt nerevous, yeah," she admitted. "I mean, it’s another world. With another law and creature and Magic and many more. I barely got a hold of my own Magic and now I’m jumping through dimensions."

Erend chuckled as well and ruffled her hair lightly. "You don’t need to worry. Eccar is there so he will take care of you. I made sure of that."

Arty glanced away for a moment. Then, stubborn as always, she said, "I’m not a little girl, you know. I can handle myself."

"Sure," Erend said, amused. "But I can still come with you. Just for the first time."

She opened her mouth to protest again, then paused. "...Maybe. Just this once because its first time and all."

Erend laughed and nodded. "Alright then. Let’s go get things ready."

They walked back into the house. Erend pulled out the scroll from Aurdis and unrolled it carefully on the table.

The parchment shimmered faintly with Magic. The ink almost glowing under the lights. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"This is from Aurdis," Erend explained. "It’s a strong clone spell. This will create a version of you that stays here while you’re gone and act just like you, say the usual things, go to school. People won’t notice a thing."

Arty nodded slowly. "Elf Magic really is something."

Erend turned the scroll to its back side, where the diagram and runes changes into lines of written instruction. The script was in elegant Elven lettering, full of curves and small glyphs. He narrowed his eyes, trying to decipher it. But then he handed it to Arty instead.

"Here. I think you should be the one to activate it."

Arty frowned but took the scroll without much questions. Her eyes scanned the instructions and she quickly caught the idea.

"I just have to channel my Magic into it. Just like you said, this spell will copy my personality, habits, memories... Huh, weird. But amazing."

Arty took a deep breath and placed her palm over the central rune. Energy gathered in her fingers and in the next moment, it flowed into the scroll in a slow steady pulse.

She had been meditating more lately. Especially when Erend wasn’t around and the practice paid off. Her Magic moved cleanly and smoothly.

Then the scroll glowed. A radiant white light spilled out of the parchment and hovered beside her before solidifying and coalescing. Within seconds, another Arty stood next to her. She have the same clothes, same eyes, same everything.

The clone just stood there, staring blankly forward.

Arty blinked, amazed. "Whoa..."

She reached out and poked its cheek. "It feels real..."

Then her brow furrowed. "Wait. Am I really this... round?"

Erend just shrugged. "The spell creates a perfect copy. So yeah."

Arty glared at him. "You’re saying I’m that fat?"

"You said it, not me," Erend said the same shrug.

They bickered for a few more moments, mostly over the clone’s appearance, until Arty threw her hands up with a huff and declared she was taking a bath.

Erend just smirked and let her go.

After her bath, she hugged her mom tightly and said her goodbyes. Her mother hugged her back longer than she expected but didn’t say much. She just whispered, "Be safe out there, take care of yourself, and come back stronger."

Soon after, they regrouped in the living room. Erend stood at the center. The scroll already been put away, and now with one hand raised he summoned his portal.

The air shimmered and cracked with red light, then peeled open into a swirling gateway.

"Ready?" Erend asked.

Arty nodded once. "Let’s go."

Then together, they stepped through.

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The portal shimmered as the swirling red light gave way to the world beyond. In the next heartbeat, Erend and Arty stepped out into a warmly lit chamber.

It was a spacious and high-ceilinged room. At the center stood a familiar figure with his arms wide to the side and grinning like he’d been waiting all day.

"Hey!" Eccar said, his voice echoing slightly as he stepped forward. "There you are!"

Arty blinked, taking in the room with wide eyes.

"This is... really nice," she said, turning in a slow circle. "Like, ridiculously nice for you."

Eccar chuckled and waved a hand at the room. "This is from the king. I’m practically a famous person here now you know."

"I want to meet the Archmage. If I’m going to trust my sister to her, I’d like to look her in the eye," Erend said.

Eccar gave a firm nod. "Yeah. I figured you’d want that." He turned toward the door. "She’s free right now. Let’s go."

They stepped out of the chamber and into the hallway of the palace. The few guards they passed paused in their tracks.

Eccar now strolling confidently with two unknown guests who just emerged from another world. The palace’s guards at least know that much right now.

One of the guards gave a slight bow, looking visibly alarmed. "Sir Eccar, these...?"

"They’re friends," Eccar cut in smoothly, flashing a disarming smile. "Very important guests. No need to panic."

The guards exchanged glances, stunned into silence, but none of them moved to stop the group.

Eccar just kept walking with unconcerned manner, waving casually as if everything was normal.

Soon, they reached a beautifully engraved door. Eccar stepped forward and gave it a light knock.

"Come in," came Sylmira’s voice from inside.

The door opened smoothly, and they stepped into the Archmage’s chamber.

Sylmira stood by her desk, dressed in robes of pale blue and and green. Her expression was composed at first, until her gaze landed on Erend.

Her eyes widened slightly.

"You," she breathed. "You’re the other Dragonborn."

Erend nodded once. "Call me Erend."

Sylmira’s look shifted from surprise to sharp intrigue, her mind already racing with all the implications of this meeting. But for now, she simply inclined her head in greeting.

"Welcome," she said. "So this must be your sister."

Arty gave a small wave. "Hi. I guess I’m your student now."

Sylmira smiled gently. "If you’re anything like your brother, I expect this will be... interesting."

Erend stepped forward, meeting Sylmira’s gaze. "She’s in your hands now. I want you to know that I’m trusting you with her."

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