The day that Reyna escaped from the camp had been the worst day of her miserable life at the Magi camp and that was saying something. It was also the fourth and last time she met the master. She had just been discharged from the dispensary, her back in pain but not as much as before. It was a pain she could handle, one that kept her grounded and alive.
The possibility of her dying kept gnawing on her, no one could survive a lightning strike. It just wasn't possible, something that had never been done. But there she was, whole except for the scarred burn marks on her back. They had never festered since the first today and no drugs could be applied on them.
"You should have listened to me kid, you are not ready for a mission and just because you want to to go out on yourself doesn't mean that you be careless. How could you ask for a mission without my permission? I get to say when you are ready and your thirst for getting out of here doesn't override that."
