After pushing my body to its limit with one hundred and twenty laps, I found myself drawn back to the library the next morning.
I was seeking the next challenge to conquer. The satisfaction of mastering Quickstep was great, but time wasn't on my side. Eight months remained until the next group of orphans faced exile, eight months to become strong enough. The pages fell open to the next two spells, and I read the intricate patterns that awaited me.
Two options presented themselves. Mend and Sense. I studied the descriptions carefully, my eyes taking in every detail as if the words themselves might vanish if I blinked for too long.
Mend seemed to be a restorative spell that enhances natural recovery processes. It accelerates healing of minor wounds, reduces muscle fatigue, and restores stamina. But it won't create flesh out of nowhere if I lose an arm or something similar.
