"It wouldn't make sense for a sickly kid like me to suddenly be able to cast magic without any guidance," he thought, biting his lip. Even the most talented Awakened needed references or instruction to craft their spells. His sudden leap in power might draw suspicion, or worse, unwanted attention.
He pictured his parents' reaction. His mother might faint, and his father would likely call for a priest to perform an exorcism, convinced that his son had been possessed by some dark entity.
Lumien shivered at the thought. "Yeah, let's not give them a reason to freak out."
With a sigh, he turned away and started searching for a more private spot. After wandering for a while, he spotted a small hill off in the distance, still within his family estate property. Curious, he made his way over, climbing up with more effort than he cared to admit. His stamina still wasn't great, and by the time he reached the top, he was breathing a little heavier than he'd like.
