After some weeks spent with Celeste and trying to comprehend everything that entails spells and casting them, Alistair had made zero to no progress.
He was to be blamed for all, as he hadn't been focused.
He spent weeks only meditating, there was no sort of improvement.
Celeste the teacher was beyond disappointed on numerous occasions.
The rest of her students were performing excellently well except for one of them.
She knew she shouldn't be comparing them because Spells were more complicated than ordinary sword fighting.
She couldn't deny the fact that she was tired of Alistair. She would've stopped teaching him if only her father hadn't interceded on his behalf repeatedly.
Today, she had drawn a small competition. Each and everyone was to fight against each other, including her. The last man standing would be the victor and would receive prizes as per his performance.
