*
For the fifth day in a row, Sierra still couldn’t bring herself to get a grip on her magic. Leonard had stopped going into the town anymore, and now he spent the whole day with her, training for hours on end.
“Damn it!” she swore loudly for the thousandth time that day, and she doubled over while clutching her side. She had just managed to get some flames to appear on her hands, and Leonard convinced her to shoot at the target he made for her. Unfortunately, the flame died down as soon as she tried to shoot.
“You need to calm down,” he told her. “You’re focusing too much on the target, and you’re forgetting to keep the magic flowing through you as well. If you lose concentration, then you’re bound to fail.”
“But I’m trying,” she snapped, moving her hair away from her face and looki
