Amidst the static noise wrapping my mind, a reminder from an old teacher echoed. This conversation had happened from a few years ago, but her words stuck to me with clarity. "Your Highness, you are a Light Mage. Though rare and only shows up every few hundred years, such mages are almost entirely useless except for shows and displays. But that does not mean that you are not special—"
"Am I special or am I useless? Make up your mind, Elvira," I had replied, unsure if she had been complimenting me or insulting me.
The old hag had grinned. She always took pleasure in seeing me annoyed. But that also meant that I was her favorite amongst her students. "Those two things can be together in one, Princess."
"Where are you getting at?"
