Every time they travelled, Ryan tried to activate the circle.
Each time he failed.
Ayeden would encourage him, but his flowery words never set his mind at ease.
After the fifth failure, Ryan decided to ignore the lesson and play games with Eragon.
They played like they normally did.
That was until Eragon broke the silence.
"How are the lessons going?"
Ryan sighed.
"Not good. I just can't seem to figure out the trigger."
Eragon started laughing.
"Dude, you have it backwards. Magic doesn't have a trigger. It is like breathing; when you try to do it manually, it's harder than it has to be."
Ryan paused their game.
"If that is the case, how do I use it?"
Eragon scratched his chin for a moment.
"When you go to bed, just focus on what you feel inside of you."
Ryan frowned.
"What does that mean? Focus on what I feel inside?"
Eragon slapped him gently on the back.
"Just don't overthink it. The magic is in you, relax and try to find it."
Ryan thought about his words.
Maybe he had a point.
The two friends kept playing games until it was time to go to bed.
Ryan decided to take Eragon's advice.
He searched inside himself.
At first, he found nothing.
The darkness took shape as he lost focus.
As his mind wandered, he saw Bell and a smile formed on his face.
She was cooking, and as she wiped sweat off her brow, she made eye contact with him.
The smile on her face as she ran to him made him want to be in her arms.
At that moment, Ryan felt his body hit a wall.
As he opened his eyes, Eragon and Grizzly ran toward him.
Eragon made it to him first.
"Are you ok?"
Ryan sat up.
"What happened?"
Eragon blinked a few times.
"You teleported."
Ryan jumped to his feet.
"I did? How?"
He scanned their faces, but only saw confusion.
Ayeden stood up from his bed and made his way to the group.
"I can help you with that information."
His voice caused both men's faces to transform.
They stood up and looked at Ayeden.
Grizzly took a few steps toward him.
"What did you do to him?"
His voice was calm, but Ryan saw how his fist was clenched at his side.
"I did nothing. Ryan has always had this magic; it wasn't revealed until now."
Grizzly grabbed him by the collar.
"Stop talking in circles. Explain. Now."
Grizzly pushed him back a few steps.
Ayeden flattened his shirt.
"Each member of the Elven clans can use magic, but some have the abilities of their bloodline founder."
Grizzly lit a cigarette and stared at him.
"What does that mean?"
Ayeden sighed.
"My family is the Flyleaf clan. My father can fly. Ryan can teleport; that means he is from the Farstep family."
At the word family, Ryan felt a cold hand grab his heart.
He knew where he came from.
Ayeden made his way through the others and, with a smile, put his hand on Ryan's shoulder.
"You are truly indescribable, Ryan. Not only are you a half-Blood, but you can access the powers of your lineage."
Ryan held conflicting thoughts.
He was happy that he knew where he came from.
On the other hand, he felt anger; his Elven parent left him to grow up alone.
When he looked back at Eragon and Grizzly, this thought disappeared.
He focused on the feeling he had earlier.
To his surprise, it just worked.
The world slowed down, and his body was forced forward.
He stopped just short of his bed.
Ryan walked up to Eragon.
"Thank you. Your advice was very helpful."
Eragon slapped him on the back.
"Don't worry about it. Let's go to bed, and you can tell me all about it."
As Ryan went to bed, he thought back to what Ayeden said.
He was part of a clan, but he was never claimed.
He shook his head as he sat on the bed.
As he cleared his thoughts, Eragon set up another game.
"What is your power like?"
Ryan thought for a moment.
"It is hard to explain. It is like time slows down and I get thrown forward."
Eragon nodded.
"Just be careful. If you use too much magic, it could get bad."
Ryan nodded.
"I remember when you healed Isabelle and me. You did pass out."
Eragon chuckled.
"I did, but you aren't as tough as I am. Overuse can kill you."
Ryan kept quiet as he played, and after a few minutes, he managed a question.
"How do I know how much magic I have?"
Eragon scratched the back of his head.
"I don't know. Our magic is different."
Ryan paused the game and turned to Eragon.
"Different how?"
Eragon's face went through a few expressions as he thought.
"My magic is like a chainsaw, and yours is like a scalpel. Give me your hand."
Ryan held out his hand.
"Focus on my magic."
Ryan closed his eyes.
Through his Elven eye, he saw an inferno move from Eragon's hand to his own.
The magic raced to the Draconian soul shard and transformed into his own magic.
"Incredible."
When Ryan opened his eyes, he looked at a confused Eragon.
"What's incredible, dude?"
Ryan picked his words carefully.
"The piece of your soul transforms your magic into mine, or that is what it seems like to me."
Eragon shrugged.
"That's what I call a happy little accident."
Ryan rolled his eyes.
They kept playing for a few more hours, until Eragon went to sleep.
Ryan then used that time to practice his teleportation.
He learned that he could teleport as far as he wanted as long as he could see the destination.
Each jump was easier than the last.
His final jump was to the centre of the circle.
After that, he would go to sleep.
As he landed, he heard a voice behind him.
"You show a level of skill I have never seen before."
He turned to Ayeden.
"Is this skill really that difficult?"
Ayeden nodded.
"Lineage powers are notoriously difficult. The Farsteps will be eager to meet you."
Ryan clenched his teeth for a moment before he spoke.
"No. I do not want to meet them. After our mission, I will leave."
Ayeden took a step closer.
"Why do you not wish to meet them?"
"They abandoned me. I spent my whole life as something different to the humans around me."
Ayeden took a deep breath and placed a hand on Ryan's shoulder.
"The Farsteps are natural explorers. The reason you were unclaimed could be because of ignorance. Do not reject them so easily."
Ryan nodded.
"I am going to bed."
Ayeden bowed.
"Sleep well. I believe you shall open the Twilight path tomorrow."