"...Mo…Mother did I perhaps do something wrong ?" She asked, stopping midway in her recitation.
Each recitation was made from ancient languages that had been created for the purpose to best use the ability of creating something from nothing.
Each text had its own topic, Healing, Elements, Illusions, Divine magic and even Dark magic.
They had it all. The Merlin household were a mystical bunch after all that have developed their magic over the years.
Her mother's gaze was emotionless. She whipped Ciara once again.
Ciara yelped louder and fell to her knees, Blood dripping down from her legs and tears forcing its way down her cheeks.
She sobbed softly, the resolve she had built seemed to have crumbled by now.
She was a little child after all, there was a limit to how much she could actually endure.
"...Get out. You're useless right now".
