Watching as the pale white rune shattered once more, I let out a frustrated growl before uncorking a mana potion, taking a few sips so that I could return to my training.
I had gotten further this time than I had ever before, but it was so very frustrating to see that pale rune refuse to bend to my will.
So what was I doing wrong..?
My eyes returned to the small notebook that Mother had given me, and I scoured the first few pages once more, trying to find out what I was missing with this new form of magic.
The shift from a structured, logical sequence of runes shaping magic to one that held no defining structure besides your will was one that I found difficult to transition to.
I relished in understanding just what I was going to do, formulating it, and watching as it did what I wanted it to do, completely guaranteed because I knew it would do that.
That was what structured runic sequences provided.
