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Guildmaster and mage, Arlen Bright trains the newly awakened magic wielder, Nadea Venns.
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"Alright," Arlen said beside her, arms crossed loosely. "Same as yesterday. Slow. Steady. You’re not fighting it—you’re guiding it."
“Yes, Master Arlen,” Nadea nodded, face solemn.
This time, when she raised her hands, the magic shimmered into existence without a jolt.
A gentle, steady glow—not the wild burst of the day before.
Elena and Pip watched from a safer distance. Mira joined this time—leaning against a tree, arms folded, chewing on a piece of straw.
She wouldn’t want to miss another spectacle, or a ‘bloody disaster’ as Dorrim put it.
"That’s it," Arlen murmured. "Keep it even. Like a lantern flame. Not a bonfire."
Nadea exhaled, sweat beading on her brow—but the light between her hands stayed steady, flickering softly like a captured star.
Minutes passed.
Long, trembling minutes.
And she didn’t lose control.
When Arlen finally gave a low whistle and dropped his stance, Nadea gasped, letting the light fade. She collapsed to her knees in relief, grinning wildly.
"I did it!" she laughed, pure and fierce.
"You did," Arlen said warmly, kneeling beside her. "I knew you could."
Mira gave a loud whoop of approval. Elena even clapped.
Pip, still nervous, crept forward—staring at Nadea with a mixture of fear and awe.
"You made it look easy..." he said softly.
Nadea beamed, tired but proud.
"For the first time... it was."
