ELAYNE
“Again”
In the same courtyard I had trained to hold a sword, I was learning something different. An endless field of black and white before me, I felt I would lose my eyesight if I continued. My teacher was merciless, seated cross legged as she watched my misery.
In my hands, I held a calligraphy brush. It was stained with something she called special ink and I had to learn a whole new language, writing strange characters on a piece of paper. Writing wasn’t the hard part. I had to write with my eyes closed in a state of total concentration. According to her;
“Magic requires two things to work; A medium and a lot of luck”
“A medium? I’m not sure about that but I don’t have a lot of luck. Even if I did, there’s no controlling it”
“There’s no need to. As for your luck, aren’t yo
