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didn’t want to ask because he felt it inappropriate he had overheard their conversation in the first place. At its conclusion, Mrs. Stone glanced to Thomas.
“Let it be so,” he only said.
She stood up and cleared her throat. “At midday today we shall convene with the millennials. Until then, you are to train.”
“Yes, Mrs. Stone,” they chorused.
She glanced skyward as everyone stood, her wrinkles deepening.
“Why is the sky like that, Nana?”
“A question I shall pose to the elders. Come, you are in need of training. I fear dark times ahead.”
Augum, Bridget and Leera glanced at each other before following.
“Thomas has spoken of your previous lessons,” Mrs. Stone went on as they joined her husband in the windy clearing. “Consider yourselves very lucky. Centarro is a difficult and rare 3rd degree spell. Not even I know it. I trust you will do your utmost to learn it.”
Augum shared a grin with Leera—3rd degree, off-the-books, and not even Mrs. Stone knew it.
“We will, Mrs. Stone,” Bridget replied with a polite nod.
“This morning you will continue practicing Centarro with Thomas, while Oba Sassone trains with the prince and Mya.”
“But I also wish to practice Centarro,” the prince said in a voice tinged with petulance.
“Solian prince want his feathered pillow. Maybe Oba tie him to statue.”
Sydo glanced over to his frozen effigy and blanched.
Thomas’ black eyes fell upon the prince. “Our greatest fight is always with ourselves, Sydo Ridian. It is our choices that make us who we are, that determine our fate.”
The prince slowly nodded, still staring at the imposter.
Mya reached for his hand. “Come, Your Highness, we shall endure together.”
Her touching his hand made Augum’s heart constrict. He turned away only to catch Bridget staring at Mya and Sydo too. She flashed a hesitant smile and pretended to be busy fixing her robe.
Mrs. Stone stepped apart from the group, invoked arcane words, and imploded with a mighty THWOMP. Augum wondered where she was off to now.
The trio turned to Thomas, who started by going over what they had learned yesterday. He then went on to show examples of the use of Centarro in situations other than combat, such as jumping onto an exact spot; focusing and remembering details such as clothing, surroundings, and words; accomplishing complex tasks like throwing something and having it rebound a certain way; running from pursuers, and a host of other creative uses. He also spent a lot of time explaining how to deal with the after-effects.
Although at first they had failed to cast the spell on their own, Thomas would say, “Let us situation together,” and cast it on them for the experience. It was the most fun they ever had learning a spell, but it was also very challenging, for Thomas pushed them to concentrate unlike ever before. The after-effects of the spell were particularly draining, fogging and slowing the mind and reflexes. The trio soon came to understand just how dangerous those effects could be.
When Augum was running from a mock pursuer, he slammed into a tree. In that stupid state, if it had been a cliff there, he was sure he would have run straight off it. Even just walking around, he would trip and get tangled, not to mention the countless times he got lost—a remarkable accomplishment in such a small area.
They also went over the pronunciation again. Centeratoraye xao xen —a difficult phrase to utter under any circumstance, let alone in the heat of battle.
Nonetheless, by the end of that morning, with Thomas’ efficient teaching methods, Augum became the first to successfully cast Centarro on his own. The duration was short but felt much longer. Leera and Bridget congratulated him, even asking for pointers. He was more than happy to explain how he did it.
Thomas reminded them that with diligent practice, they could learn to minimize the side effects, extend the duration, and increase the focus. “… nuance,
“Let it be so,” he only said.
She stood up and cleared her throat. “At midday today we shall convene with the millennials. Until then, you are to train.”
“Yes, Mrs. Stone,” they chorused.
She glanced skyward as everyone stood, her wrinkles deepening.
“Why is the sky like that, Nana?”
“A question I shall pose to the elders. Come, you are in need of training. I fear dark times ahead.”
Augum, Bridget and Leera glanced at each other before following.
“Thomas has spoken of your previous lessons,” Mrs. Stone went on as they joined her husband in the windy clearing. “Consider yourselves very lucky. Centarro is a difficult and rare 3rd degree spell. Not even I know it. I trust you will do your utmost to learn it.”
Augum shared a grin with Leera—3rd degree, off-the-books, and not even Mrs. Stone knew it.
“We will, Mrs. Stone,” Bridget replied with a polite nod.
“This morning you will continue practicing Centarro with Thomas, while Oba Sassone trains with the prince and Mya.”
“But I also wish to practice Centarro,” the prince said in a voice tinged with petulance.
“Solian prince want his feathered pillow. Maybe Oba tie him to statue.”
Sydo glanced over to his frozen effigy and blanched.
Thomas’ black eyes fell upon the prince. “Our greatest fight is always with ourselves, Sydo Ridian. It is our choices that make us who we are, that determine our fate.”
The prince slowly nodded, still staring at the imposter.
Mya reached for his hand. “Come, Your Highness, we shall endure together.”
Her touching his hand made Augum’s heart constrict. He turned away only to catch Bridget staring at Mya and Sydo too. She flashed a hesitant smile and pretended to be busy fixing her robe.
Mrs. Stone stepped apart from the group, invoked arcane words, and imploded with a mighty THWOMP. Augum wondered where she was off to now.
The trio turned to Thomas, who started by going over what they had learned yesterday. He then went on to show examples of the use of Centarro in situations other than combat, such as jumping onto an exact spot; focusing and remembering details such as clothing, surroundings, and words; accomplishing complex tasks like throwing something and having it rebound a certain way; running from pursuers, and a host of other creative uses. He also spent a lot of time explaining how to deal with the after-effects.
Although at first they had failed to cast the spell on their own, Thomas would say, “Let us situation together,” and cast it on them for the experience. It was the most fun they ever had learning a spell, but it was also very challenging, for Thomas pushed them to concentrate unlike ever before. The after-effects of the spell were particularly draining, fogging and slowing the mind and reflexes. The trio soon came to understand just how dangerous those effects could be.
When Augum was running from a mock pursuer, he slammed into a tree. In that stupid state, if it had been a cliff there, he was sure he would have run straight off it. Even just walking around, he would trip and get tangled, not to mention the countless times he got lost—a remarkable accomplishment in such a small area.
They also went over the pronunciation again. Centeratoraye xao xen —a difficult phrase to utter under any circumstance, let alone in the heat of battle.
Nonetheless, by the end of that morning, with Thomas’ efficient teaching methods, Augum became the first to successfully cast Centarro on his own. The duration was short but felt much longer. Leera and Bridget congratulated him, even asking for pointers. He was more than happy to explain how he did it.
Thomas reminded them that with diligent practice, they could learn to minimize the side effects, extend the duration, and increase the focus. “… nuance,
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