Half way into the second week of writing and I feel like sharing another scene from the story.
I hope you enjoy this little snippet and I'd really love to hear your opinion, my dear readers.
“Well, don’t just stand there! Come closer, girl.” Genvil barked.
“He’s very different from Ciall…I can already tell.” The girl thought, as she stepped further into the room. She bowed in respect and allowed herself to take a closer look.
The resident sun mage was tall, his dark grey hair cut short. His purple eyes gazed at her, mustering her up. She felt uncomfortable under his scrutiny, judged. The magic inside of her was no longer calm and contently humming, it was sizzling and hissing to life.
“Ciall praised you highly,” the older said, “but I will judge your abilities myself. He has trained you for almost a year…let’s hope he taught you at least a few things.” He stepped to the side, revealing a small table. On it stood a single candle, unlit.
“We will start with something simple. Light the candle, preferably without damaging anything.”
For a split second Ayalynneah was tempted to conjure a large burst of flames and just turn everything into ashes, but she calmed her temper. This is a test, not only of my abilities, but my temper as well. She reminded herself. Instead of giving in to the temptation she focused her attention on the wick of the candle and sent out a small burst of magic.
In her mind she had pictured the wick catching fire, lighting the candle with ease.
Instead…nothing happened.
“Pathetic!” Genvil commented. “Is that all he taught you? Just as I thought…his high praise was just as much hot air as all of his bragging.”
The girl tried again. Not letting the words get to her, she aimed at the candle again. With the same result, her magic seemed to just fizzle out and vanish before it even reached the candle.
Think, Lynnie, think. There must be a reason the candle doesn’t light up. I’ve done this before, it should be easy.
She made a third attempt, this time paying close attention to how and when her magic failed.
It’s getting blocked! There’s a shield around the candle!
“Are you done trying? What a waste of my time…I have other students to teach, they at least have some degree of actual talent.” Genvil’s voice dripped with acid.
“Forgive me, master. Just one more try.” Ayalynneah replied. She focused on the candle again, this time feeding some of her annoyance into her magic. Picturing an arrow made out of flames in her mind, she gave her magic one more push and released it onto the candle and the shielding spell surrounding it.
The wick sizzled, sparks lit up around it and then a flame flickered to life.
The girl took a deep breath and turned to look at the other.
Genvil seemed unimpressed. He stepped up to the table and snuffed out the candle. Then he turned around and headed to the door.
“We’re done here.” was all he said, leaving her to stand there in the middle of the room.
And that's it for today. As always, I hope you have a good day or night, wherever you are.
Amber
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