The heat of the morning sun tingled on the back of Emery's neck as he was sitting in the midst of an enchanting garden. He felt calm surrounded by lush greenery and a shimmering pond that sparkled in the sunlight. With his eyes closed and his hands resting gently on his knees forming a lotus position, he sat alone in the midst of practicing his nature spell.
As he channeled his energy, Emery felt his connection to the world around him deepen. The leaves on the trees rustled softly, responding to his every command. The soil shifted and moved beneath his fingertips, like the ebb and flow of the tide. The water in the pond rippled and shimmered with a life of its own, all at his own will. It was as if he had complete control over the very essence of nature itself.
On this particular morning, he was attempting to gently move all of the leaves in the glade without breaking a single blade of grass or soiling its roots and ruining the garden.
