The travel sickness potion was working well. They’d been in the carriage for over an hour, and Thordric hadn’t felt ill at all. Now his mind was free to play back the events of the last few days, giving him time to absorb how much he had truly learnt.
Less than two weeks ago, he hadn’t used his magic at all, and had known nothing about using spells or making potions. But now, thanks to Lizzie, he could. He knew how to levitate objects, paint without a brush, make inanimate objects come to life and create illusions.
In the last days at the house near Watchem Woods, he’d perfected his illusion spell and had been able to cast it over the entire stack of pots that Lizzie had laid out for him. He had pushed himself to learn everything that Lizzie taught him, and he’d enjoyed it. But now he wa
