[In the forest near Isis magic academy]
A young girl sat cross-legged on the grassy ground, surrounded by towering trees that filtered the moonlight into dappling patterns.
With her eyes closed, she breathed deeply, feeling the energy of the earth around her. It was midnight, and the forest was shrouded in darkness.
She had cleared a small area in the forest, a pocket of stillness amidst the rustling leaves, to practice her Spirit Magic without distractions.
As she focused her mind on her inner self, she reached out to the spiritual world around her.
The rustling of the leaves became a symphony of whispers, the coolness of the night air a refreshing embrace.
She felt the pulsing energy of the earth beneath her, the rhythm of life itself.
With each breath, she drew in the power of the natural world, harnessing it for her own purposes.
