Mist
I said, and he smiled at me.
“You’re ready,” he said, and I could feel its power in my veins. “Hylja sála. Envision it, see it, want it, be it, and you’ll get it right.”
I closed my eyes again, and I saw the flames spread up my arms and envelope me. I felt the burn of magic on the inside and on the outside. “Hylja sála.” Kiran started laughing, and I opened my eyes. He was looking around the clearing, and I grinned.
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