"What kind of blue fire burned in your hands?" Without leaving her thoughts, she asked.
"The Desolace Fire."
The elf's eyes widened, she looked at the magician in surprise.
"Desolace? I thought it didn’t exist. And if there is, then somewhere in the same place where is the Creator."
"Everything exists somewhere. Desolace Fire is stronger than usual fire. If you were to send the Desolace Fire to the master, he would have burned in 2 seconds, and no one would have saved him.
The girl swallowed.
"But you did hold it in your hands."
"This is my fire, it don’t harm me."
The girl was silent for a while, pondering what she had just heard. Maybe you should not imagine such a dangerous thing with her energy flow?
"Well, train. I'll go watch the other students."
"Are you a Magister?"
"I wouldn’t say that. But our success or defeat depends on the many magicians in this camp. You need to know who is different."
Daaron left the barrier, and the elf remained alone with her thoughts. And memories of a piercing look. Why does she shiver from this look? As if he sees right through her. As if he knew everything about her. As if he understands it better than she does.
Shivers ran again down her spine. "I need to stop thinking about this and train. Try to imagine ordinary fire with my energy flow." Siala closed her eyes, raised her hand and imagined the flame burning in her chest. How did he know that her energy was accumulating there? Not that... Flame. Fire. Spark. But the image of blue fire didn’t come out of her head. She couldn’t imagine the usual flame in herself. The girl opened her eyes, looked at the unfortunate scarecrow from the hay with a goal on her chest, which she had never hit. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes again.
A blue flame flared up in her chest again. It filled all the lungs, it became a little hot. The fire flowed smoothly down her arm, stopping in the palm of her hand. The palm grew hotter. Having stood so for a minute and felt energy with all her breast, the elf finally opened her eyes and looked at her goal. The palm heated, it began to burn from the inside. And the girl let go the energy, imagining how the scarecrow lit up, how the ropes cracked, how the wooden support burnt out. And the scarecrow caught fire. It caught fire with an ordinary flame, exactly in the middle. The fire quickly spread from the middle in all directions. And the goal was achieved.
Siala smiled victoriously and jumped lightly of joy. A magician can come out of her! At last! Thanks to Daaron.
Thank you for reading
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