Lesson Unlearned

Krystie decided not to let her earlier trauma keep her from practicing some form of magic. As she explored the strange, tingly sensation within her, she learned it was stronger at certain places and that certain things would react to it. Searching through her uncle's private library, she found several tomes on magic. They described the lingua franca of mages and described types of magical energy. It was all very interesting but didn't offer much on practical application.

As she studied the books she had taken, a squirrel bounded by riffling through the leaves looking for maple seeds. “Se'freogas,” she said to it, unsure. The squirrel took notice and wandered up to her. She repeated the phrase and the squirrel swished its tail then hopped onto her knee. As she delighted in her newfound ability, she felt a rush of energy through her. A whole new world had opened to her.

“Re'gas!” The squirrel fled in terror. Krystie jumped and turned around guiltily. Uncle Morgan stood there with a clear orb in his hand. “I believe your father did not want you learning those secrets, but if you're going to learn, you shouldn't do so unsupervised, or without his consent.”