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Chapter 7: Ember, the Fire Pixie
If Lyra had thought training under Eryndor was tough, Ember’s lessons were outright chaotic.
“Magic isn’t about thinking,” Ember said, zipping around Lyra as they stood in a clearing. “It’s about feeling.”
Lyra frowned. “That’s what Eryndor said.”
Ember scoffed. “Yeah, but I bet he told you to ‘focus’ and ‘control’ it, right?”
Lyra hesitated. “…Yes?”
Ember grinned. “Boring.”
Before Lyra could react, Ember shot a fireball into a pile of leaves, sending a burst of flames and sparks into the air.
Lyra yelped. “Are you insane?!”
Ember laughed. “Only a little.”
Eryndor sighed from the side. “She’s reckless.”
“I’m fun,” Ember corrected, floating upside down in the air. “Besides, this one’s got too much fear in her. You can’t learn magic if you’re afraid of it.”
Lyra clenched her fists. “I’m not afraid.”
Ember smirked. “Then prove it.”
With a flick of her wrist, she sent a tiny flame straight at Lyra’s face.
Lyra gasped—but instead of flinching, she instinctively called the wind.
A sharp gust swept the flame aside, snuffing it out.
For a moment, the clearing was silent.
Then Ember grinned. “Now that is more like it.”
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