Before I could even notice, the day in the forest started to near the end of its cycle.
The sun rose up and away, done with the daily dose of feeding its intense light to the earth. And with only its last few rays illuminating the forest, Leinei spoke out a few muted words and cast a spark onto a small pile of wood, starting a fire in a mere fraction of how long it would take me to do the same.
'Damn magic,' I cursed in my thoughts, the sense of jealousy taking over. 'I wonder what I need to do to cast spells myself.'
Being able to wield magic was the wet dream of every nerd in existence. To wield the power that exceeded human understanding… And for how rational I strove to be, I couldn't ignore the allure of this mystical power.
Yet, when the fire started to settle in the small logs, I couldn't help but raise my eyes and look at the dried. For how nice it was to feel the warmth from the fire to help in the fight against the late-night chill…
