21
I was on bed rest.
It was annoying.
Oh, no, I wasn't bored.
I wasn't allowed any time to be bored.
"I marked the parts that are wrong here," Marty said, handing me the exercises I just did.
Despite being on bed rest, I was still studying for the Academy.
Theory only, of course.
I wasn't allowed to use any magic.
I stared at the red ink scattered all over the page, as if it were blood.
It had been a week since I got ill.
After I got better, uncle Azzie talked with me extensively, explaining how worried he was. He even made me put on a bracelet that blocked my magic when it went below a critical level.
I tried to get out of it, appeal to Pops.
Uncle Azzie informed me Pops was the one who made the bracelet.
I had no choice but to put it on, and now it was on my hand. I couldn
