After a tasty meal, two young boys gathered in the backyard. Slightly far away from the shed where the domesticated animals were. This was the spot where Mikaela trained at every dawn.
Three adults were Waiting on the side watching as the six-year-old children stood on opposite ends.
Lucien with a spiral magic wand in hand and Mikaela with his ebony wooden one-edged sword.
The tension between them was slowly rising as they stared at each other.
On how the situation got to this point, one would have to backtrack some time ago when a spar was proposed. It was happening now because the children each had a breakthrough in their progress.
Lucien a natural mage, had learned the bare minimum of first-tire magic spells to great proficiency. He could quickly cast and in lucky moments silent-cast spells. His range had increased by a few meters too. He was on the threshold of reaching his second tire.
