Halo: Magicka

A/N: Let me know your hopes, etc. for this fanfic, I'm kinda like 45% through writing it already which means I have a lot more time to redo things and change things here and there. Hopefully, I'll have done a better job than the TV Show...

2 Chapters a week most likely, Monday and Thursday.

BUTTTT if we hit stone goals then I will release extra/early. If anyone wants to start a discord for this as well let me know, it'd be easier to have an idea of what my readers want. I'm just not that good with the discord interface lol. 

Oh also most chapters are BEEFY. I think the smallest one I've written is like 1500. Most are either 2k or above words.

Enjoy! :) 

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"Finally, I've reached that level..." I smiled as I levitated a spherical vegetable around my room. A potato, really? I couldn't help but chuckle. A potato—flying around my room.

Yes, I was using [Remote Manipulation] to levitate it, a spell from The Elder Scrolls. It's not exactly the most glamorous feat of magic, but it was still a victory.

"What's all that noise up there?" A familiar voice called from downstairs. Ah, my mother. Always as astute as ever.

"Sorry, Mum," I called back, opening the door to peer down the stairs.

"Just keep it down, Eli. We've just about managed to put your baby brother to sleep," she reminded me.

"Will do, Mum," I replied, closing the door quietly behind me. As I turned back to my room, I began to ponder. Five years had passed since I first woke up in this world. I couldn't help but wonder, what would my life have been like if I hadn't clicked that pop-up on my laptop?

In my past life, I had been a simple biophysics student, scrolling through the endless expanse of the internet. It was just another day when the pop-up appeared. I had been prepared to ignore it like all the others, but this one caught my eye.

'Do you want to go on an adventure?'

Who wouldn't be intrigued by a message like that? So, without thinking twice, I clicked yes. Then the options appeared: Roll for a universe, then roll for a unique ability.

[Rolled Universe: Halo]

[Rolled Ability: Depository of Arcane Arts (TES)]

[Granted requirement to utilise ability: Son of Magnus (SSS-Rank Arcane Talent)]

[Enjoy your adventure!]

The next thing I knew, I had blacked out in front of my laptop. I woke up later, not at my desk, but as a child in a new world, surrounded by unfamiliar sights and sounds.

Five years on, I had a better grasp of where I was in this big universe. I was on a planet called Jericho VII, located in the outer colonies.

For the past five years, I'd been training my new abilities in secret. The first time I accessed the Depository of Arcane Arts (TES), I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of knowledge that flooded my mind.

Spells, runes, theories, techniques—it was all there, waiting to be tapped into.

But it wasn't easy. Not with my abilities being so... unconventional. The [Remote Manipulation] spell was the first spell I mastered at this level as an apprentice, allowing me to levitate objects. The ranks of Magic in The Elder Scrolls were divided as such: Novice, Apprentice, Adept/Journeyman, Expert and Master. Yet there were limits to this new spell I was testing. I couldn't move anything too heavy just yet. Still, making a potato float had been a satisfying accomplishment.

What confused me was the requirement to use the system: SSS-Rank Talent. Was that just a formality, or did it mean something deeper? I hadn't figured it out yet, but having a magic interface from The Elder Scrolls that uploaded spell knowledge directly in my mind at each rank was very much appreciated.

And then there was the question of why I had been sent here in the first place. Was it just fate, or had I been chosen for something more? Something greater than I could understand? The more I trained, the more questions I had. But for now, all I could do was keep pushing forward.

In the Halo universe, survival is never given. Especially with what little I know of it.

I'd played the Halo games and read some of the novels and comics but unfortunately, that was a very long time ago. The only thing I knew right now was that the United Nations Space Command (UNSC) was touting the conflict on the planet Harvest as a victory with the help of the mythical Spartans but I knew that that place would get glassed by the covenant soon enough...

But that's a consideration for later, as of right now, I'm confident that I could at least get my family to safety should anything happen, usually covenant forces invade before retreating and then glassing.

I knew how to use all spells at the Novice level from all schools if we needed to escape. Although I simply prefer to use mysticism, restoration and alteration school spells in this day-to-day environment.

Essentially, once I reach the subsequent levels of mastery, knowledge of spells at that rank is immediately deposited into my long-term memory. At that point, it is simply up to me to practice those spells.

I glanced back at the floating potato, still spinning lazily in the air. The simple act of controlling it felt natural, like an extension of myself. But I knew I couldn't stay in this comfort zone forever. As much as I enjoyed levitating vegetables for amusement, the world I was in wasn't a place for leisurely magic practice.

The thought of the Covenant coming to glass this planet kept me grounded. Jericho VII was a peaceful world for now, but I knew better than to assume it would stay that way. I'd played all the Halo games, so I understood the looming threat—the Covenant wasn't just a war machine, it was a tidal wave that swept through worlds without mercy.

What if I couldn't stop them? What if my magic wasn't enough to save my family, or anyone else for that matter?

I shook my head. I couldn't afford to think that way. I'd trained for five years, and although I was still young, I had a deep well of power at my fingertips. Mysticism could protect my family with barriers or confuse enemies; restoration could heal wounds or grant stamina; alteration could manipulate the environment to my advantage. Together, they formed a trio of magic that could help me survive in this hostile universe. If necessary, I would use the other schools as well, it was just that the low levels in those schools didn't really provide much in the way of helping to escape.

But there was still so much to learn. While the Novice spells, which I was able to use from birth, I'd mastered were useful, I knew they wouldn't be enough when the time came.

Once I reach Adept status in any school of magic, the Interface would deposit knowledge of adept-level spells directly into my mind. It wasn't the same as learning them through practice and experience, but it meant I could quickly catch up to the theoretical knowledge. The hard part would be practising those spells, refining them until they were second nature.

I knew I had to keep pushing myself, especially now that I was growing more aware of the timeline. The Covenant was coming, and they would likely attack the outer colonies within the next few years.

At least I had a plan.

If anything happened, if the planet was attacked, I would use everything I had to protect my family, especially the little sunshine that was my baby brother. Maybe I couldn't single-handedly stop an entire invasion, but I would make sure they were safe. Jericho VII wouldn't be the only place with refugees, after all.

But for now, my priority was preparing. The magic, the training, the knowledge—it was all part of the foundation I was building. As the days passed, I could feel my power growing stronger, and more controlled. There would be time to hone it further, but I had to make sure I was ready for whatever came next.

I'd be ready. And when the time came, I would be the one standing between my family and the shitshow known as the covenant.

....

"Eli! Your friends have just called, they asked if you wanted to go to the park," my mum called from downstairs. Smiling, I put the potato down and began getting ready.

I stood in front of the mirror, quickly adjusting my clothes. The familiar excitement of a break from training buzzed through me. A day off from magic practice wouldn't hurt, especially when it involved some time with friends.

I opened the door and stepped out of my room, heading down the stairs. My mother was busy in the kitchen, humming a tune as she prepared dinner.

"Thanks, Mum," I said, "I'll be back later."

"Don't stay out too late, Eli, I want you back before your dad finishes work," she warned, glancing over her shoulder, "Your baby brother's still on a weird sleep schedule. You know how it is."

"Will do," I said with a grin, grabbing my jacket and stepping outside. The sun was starting to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the neighbourhood. It was a peaceful evening, the kind I hadn't had in a while. It felt good to be outside. For a brief moment, I let go of the weight of my responsibilities.

But even as I walked toward the park, I couldn't ignore the gnawing feeling in my gut. The calm was only temporary. The universe was in motion, and my small corner of it, peaceful as it was, was about to become entangled in something far bigger.

I reached the park where my friends were already waiting, laughing and joking by the swings. For a moment, I almost let myself get swept away in the lightheartedness of it all. They didn't know about the danger lurking on the horizon. They didn't know about the war I was preparing for. They didn't know I was ready to face it alone if it came down to that.

"Hey, Eli! Over here!" One of them waved as I approached, pulling me back to the present. I gave a small wave back, trying to force a carefree smile.

"Hey J," I greeted, dapping him.

"Hey guys," I smiled at the rest.

It felt good to be with people who didn't expect anything of me, who didn't know what I was really capable of, or the burden that I carried. For now, I could be just another kid at the park, enjoying a few moments of normalcy.

"Come on, let's race to play king !" J yelled, already taking off toward the swings.

"You're on," I said, laughing. Despite everything, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of happiness. Maybe for a little while, I could push the weight of the universe out of my mind and just be Eli, the kid at the park.

Woosh!

I smiled, "slow as ever! Everyone knows it, ain't that right, Jameson Locke?"