Lessons and Sparks

The winter frost lingered longer than usual in Graded this year. I could see my breath fog the air each morning as I stepped outside, bundled in the woolen cloak mother stitched last summer.

"Come on, Aren!" Eryne called from the backyard, twirling a small wooden staff. "Mama said we can train today again!"

Aren : Coming Big Sister

We both standed before mother.

Mother : Today We are going to review fire magic, she said, glancing at Eryne. Then her eyes shifted to me. "And Aren, if you feel anything… just try to focus. Let it flow naturally.

Aren : Sure Mother!

Eryne grinned, already raising her hand. "Watch this!"

Eryne: "May the fire spirit bring warmth to the surrounding we live in"!

With a whoosh, a faint breeze swirled around her feet. She added a flick of fire, and the wind caught the flame, creating a small spiral of warmth.

I watched her closely — not the flame, but how the energy around her shifted. I could see it, faintly. The way mana vibrated just before transforming. That sensation… I was starting to feel it myself.

Mother told her to hold her horses and gave us a Lesson over fire magic, how we need to chant the spell before casting it for the manifestation of the magic, and why Archmages and The Supreme 4 doesn't need to chant the spell "its because of the harmony they build over there life and experience they gain by chanting the spell over thousands of time and how knowledge plays crucial role in it".

Mother said you need to study hard if you want to be be great mage and reach the level where you don't need to chant a Spell to manifest magic.

You need to be aleast 40 years old to actually cast voiceless magic, that's how long it takes to reach the level of a Court level mage usually, but if you work really hard and have exceptional talent you might reach that level around your early 30s.

Later that day, while Eryne was distracted chasing a squirrel around the garden, I closed my eyes.

Focus.

I didn't imagine fire. I didn't picture wind. I just listened — to the hum in the world, the resonance in the air.

My hand moved slightly. A strand of energy responded.

A tiny spark flickered at my fingertips. Just a spark.

But it was real.

"Whoa…"

I did it, I hid my hands as the father walked by, whistling and carrying a basket of wood.

That night, after dinner, I lay awake staring at the ceiling. Eryne had already fallen asleep, her steady breaths the only sound in the room.

I opened my hand.

That spark I had felt earlier — it wasn't just mana. There was something else in it. A different pulse. A rhythm not found in the spells mother taught us.

And I would learn it.

And Master all magic to the best of my ability.

Piece by piece.

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