My First Clone

                                    

                                          
Virion Leywin
(One Week Later)
I've only got one more week with Wren, that's if Windsom doesn't show up sooner. I couldn't wait to get back though, and to fight mana beast and Alacryans. Actually, thinking about that, Tess should be joining the fight soon, and that also means Arthur should be back within a year. 
Oh shit, did I miss my birthday, was I ten now? I think I was, Ellie going to be pissed I missed our birthday, what am I saying, mom is going to be pissed. She is going to be super angry, my dad will understand, but they won't.
I spun the blood I was controlling in the room, and pushed purified mana into it, then I pushed in water mana. Wren wanted me to try adding one more thing, and that was adding mana in the atmosphere to the blood. He was hoping that this would allow me to form the desired effects.
I was picturing myself, in front of me, with the abilities I have. Wren was pacing around me, watching as I performed the spell. He's been mad at me for not being able to get this spell done. The god thought that it was the easiest thing to do in the world, I believed otherwise.
"Holy shit." Wren said, and I opened my eyes, standing in front of me, was myself. "Finally, goddamn." The clone had my ashy brown hair that was all messy, my brown eyes, same height, and my muscular frame.
"Yes!" I exclaimed. "It's a little freaky, looking at myself like this."
"Make it do something." Wren told me, and I forced the clone to stand on one leg, it did as I wanted. "Really? That's not what I meant."
"What?" I asked him.
"Make him do a spell, brat." I nodded to Wren, understanding what he wanted. 
However, the clone spoke to us. "I'm able to do everything." The clone's hand rose, and water formed above it. 
"Uhh." Wren turned to me. "Did you make it do that?"
"Nope." I said. "Unless I did it unconsciously." 
"You did." The clone spoke again, and the water disappeared. "I do as you command and do whatever is needed." 
Wren was looking at me with a confused, but curious glare. "This is unexpected, but makes sense, your clones have real blood in them, real living blood. Where my blood is something, I manifested, that probably makes a big difference."
"You think?" I asked him.
The clone was just staring at us, the weird thing was, I was feeling what it was feeling, I could see what it was seeing, like a seventh sense of some sorts. "Wait." Wren grew three stone golems, and in an instance my clone attacked them, conjuring an ice sword in its hand.
We watched as the clone destroyed the three golems with ease. "Is that all you got." The clone asked Wren, and he turned to me again. 
"Don't look at me, I didn't mean for him to say that." I told Wren.
"Well, if you are doing it unconsciously, then you did mean it." Wren looked down at my core. "How's your mana? How much does it use to produce the clone?"
I focused on examining my core and realized that producing the one clone used a quarter of my mana, but it was already replenishing, for some reason, it using spells, didn't use my mana. How was that possible though? It didn't have a mana core, but the clone was using my magic spells, unless I made a core inside of it, no I didn't sense a core, I did sense mana.
"It took a decent amount of mana to create one, but..." I didn't know how to respond.
"But what?" Wren asked me, sensing my confusion.