Aelia crushed into a concrete rail, she'd lost balance once more. Her feet that looked like they had merged with the shadows appeared as she took heavy breaths.
Thunder roared in the distance. It was a gloomy day and the dark clouds threatened rain.
Sat on the steps nearby, Emil giggled.
"It's quite hard." Aelia explained herself.
Now that your mages, you need to learn how to fight properly with your abilities.
Their father had said.
At the moment, she envied Emil. Her mind path didn't seem to focus on combat as much as hers, their father thought that, at least.
Different paths have different methods.
He had explained.
Emil did still train in combat, but for the most part, since their paths were new and being studied, her training focused on things that stimulated her mind.
Pushing a strand of white hair off of her face, Aelia got off of her hands and knees on the ground, standing straight.
