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Grayson
After returning to the Bartlebee, I spend hours casting every mirror summoning spell I know. I call for Harlow, Madame Morningstar, and especially my Earth buddy, Elle.
Nothing works.
Every time I try casting, yellow particles appear as a haze above my palms. My magic is green fire. Sadly, those flames get doused by the golden mist, every time.
Methinks the Prism Master is shutting me down.
Speaking of which, I try not to obsess about the Prism Master. Still, the truth keeps coming back to me. All this time, the Prism Master has been waiting to see if I developed magic… just so he’d know when to kick me out of the Bartlebee. Now that I’ve shown my skills, he’s using some of his misty powers to block mine. Yet another reason to hate the guy.
Focus, Grayson. Being ticked of
