[ WP ] There 's lots of stories of the world of magic leaking into our world , tell me a story of the opposite

`` Remember that the power is not in the words, it is in the spirit of the meaning. Do not focus on pronounciation or emphasis if you fail, focus on the magic, focus on your intent.'' Balthasar explained to his students. Several hands raised up, to his annoyance. 
 
 `` I know what you want to ask, that you all wonder what I mean with that. Thankfully, I can demonstrate. Maeritas, could you fetch me the steering wheel in the back of the class?'' Balthasar himself pulled out an axe, which he used to split the wheel in two halves. He put them on the table. 
 
 `` Now, if my lessons were wrong, two things would be impossible. Silent Casting and feinting. First of all, let me show you silent casting.'' He wildly gestured, focused to not let out a word from his lips, and touched the first half of the wheel. It suddenly ignited, and turned to ash in rapid speed. 
 
 `` Now then, can anyone tell me what spell that was?'' 
 
 Lysanderoth raised his hand, and answered. `` A Creation of Fire and Decay spell.'' 
 
 `` I only give half points if you can not explain it. Names do not matter much.'' 
 
 `` Oh, yes. The spell spontaneously ignites a touched object or person, then accelerates the timeframe of the object, allowing it to burn down quickly. This spell is on the 3rd Magnitude, developed by the College of Fueling. It has been described to be ineffective against living beings due to their acceleration giving them an advantage over others.'' 
 
 `` Correct. Now, for the sec-'' 
 
 A door slammed open. Balthasar was about to teach the intruder some manners, as he saw the look in his face. The boy was catching his breath, sweating with fear. 
 
 `` Sir, the Archmage sent for you. We need your help in the gardens.'' 
 
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 Balthasar had decided to take his class with him. If the Archmage was calling him, he must need help with something magical. And magical activities would be interesting to present to his class, he thought. 
 
 `` I am here, Archmage. You have called for m- Who is this?'' He pointed to the man sitting on the bench. He was wearing unusual clothing, blue pants and a tunic of pure white. His cowl was in a majestic crimson, tied in a strange way, as if it was a necklace. On his arm was an armring, made of golden chains, interwoven, as it seems, but instead of a gemstone adorning it, there was a round glass containing something. He had a bag to his left that was made of a strange, black, fabric. It shimmered, as if wet. 
 
 The archmage Meylaro greeted him. `` Good to see you, Balthasar. As for who - or better, what - it is, that is your task to find out. I may be well-versed, but my talent is inferior to yours in the theory of magic. This person claims to be from somewhere else, but his description defy any logic. Perhaps you can make sense of him.'' 
 
 With that, the man stood up and went closer. He took a bow, but it was n't clear if he did out of respect or in mockery. Then, he spoke up. 
 
 `` Hello, I am Steve. I do n't quite understand what is going on, but I heard you may be able to help me back home. Nice to meet you.'' he said. 
 
 `` Alright, you speak our language. If you do not mind, I will run a few checks on you while asking you questions. Please, take a seat.'' Balthasar turned to his class. `` So, pay close attention. I will use silent magic to keep a conversation with him while using spells. This is a formality, but also a way you could train this technique. I will award a Scroll of Reversal to anyone who can keep track of what spells I use.'' 
 
 Balthasar turned to the Archmage. `` I think your presence here is not needed. If trouble arises, I will send to you, of course.'' The archmage nodded and left. 
 
 Lastly, he went to the bench the elusive person took place on. Spells have a need to penetrate a magical resistance. but this magical resistance needs to be upheld actively to work. 
 
 `` First of all, please tell me where you are from, alright'' Interlaced in these words was the Truth of the Test spell, which would keep him from lying. 
 
 Steve answered. `` I am from Texas. That is in the United States of America. From the year 2017.'' 
 
 `` I did n't think I asked you for a year, but thank you anyways. Does this look so different from your place that you assume you have leapt through time?'' Now, Balthasar weaved a simple Magical Check on him. It turned up empty, so he was no magical construct. 
 
 `` Actually it is. It looks very... antiquated. The buildings, the clothes. Some things are different though, like this gesturing you are doing. In our time, we do not gesture that much while talking.'' 
 
 `` Ah, yes, please excuse this. I am casting some spells during the conversation, and since I am talking to you, I thought it would be rude to speak them out loud in the middle of me talking.'' With that, a Scale of Magical Power was cast. It returned empty, which excluded him from being a Magician or a Witcher. 
 
 `` Whoa, you can cast spells? If you do not mind, could you... summon a rabbit? Where I am from, we do n't have much magic, and I always wanted to see someone make a rabbit appear from nowhere.'' Steve begged. 
 
 `` Oh well, I can do that, if it appeases you. Presto!'' With the last word, a glow appeared and took form of a rabbit, until the light was gone and the rabbit remained. Technically, it was a Rabbit of the Realms, which would indicate if a person nearby was holy, infernal or of fae heritage. It did not multiply, neither did it get set in flames. And since it did not grow either, Steve was neither of the three options. He was no mage, no daemon, no saint and no fairy. Which left only one thing... 
 
 Meanwhile, Steve was excited. `` Wow, a rabbit! That must be really fun, to be able to use magic like that. Could you summon another?'' 
 
 Balthasar prepared himself, the next spell was not only of the 8th magnitude, but also showed things one would rather not see. However, he would have to do this. `` I can do much better. If you do not mind, take a look at this!'' With that, he unleashed the Past Projections spell, which would reveal his past. By logic of exclusion, his past would likely be draconic, he would see his past as a dragon and realize what he really was. 
 
 However, nothing happened. No images appeared, and Steve stared onto the wall, waiting for something to happen. `` Did it work?'' 
 
 He had a magical resistance up. There was no other explanation. He was actively resisting spells, and that is why they turned up foul. If that was the case, we would need him unconcious to ensure we get the necessary information. 
 
 `` I am sorry, Steve, there is no other way. Frost Cage!'' This was a feint, and he hoped that Steve would fall for it. Instead, he used a Dark Flame. If he were incapable of magical defense, he would be toast. But since he blocked other spells, this would likely only make him unconcious. Maybe blind for 2 weeks, but they could work with that. 
 
 The flame touched his feet, and rapidly grew to consume him. Steve panicked. `` What is that? Make it sto- Why am I not feeling anything?'' 
 
 As he said that, the spell itself began to fade. The flames had left him unscathed. 
 
 `` I... I do not know what you are. You are exempt from Magic, somehow. Thus, even if I were to know where you would come from, I would not be able to return you there.'' 
 
 Steve replied. `` Oh. Well, that is a bummer. Well then, how to return home...'' 
 
 Balthasar was dumbfounded. Did he really reply to him being ever-incapable of magic or it's effects as `` a bummer''? 
 
 `` Steve, I do not think you realize what this means. You can not cast spells, nobody can help you in any way. For all we know, you could be literally incapable of interacting with anyone in this world.'' 
 
 `` Well, it sucks, yeah. But hey, you tried to help, and that counts for much. Can I repay you somehow?'' 
 
 Balthasar thought for a second. `` Well, if you need a place to stay, I could always use you as an assistant in my classes and studies. Knowing someone immune to almost everything in these lands might be pretty useful for me.''
