-------- Somewhere in the desolate Mt. Almawt-------
Lumiere POV:
"AGAIN! AGAIN! To the bloody spell right Lumiere." The deep voice father, the famed magician Merlin rang in my ears as he forced me to the same spell again and again. Beads of sweat ran down my face like small rivulets of water. My leather jerkin stuck to my skin. My hands were raw from holding the staff for so long.
"Terra quate Neptunum sicut iras". I yelled the spell for the thousandth time.
The earth shook like an army of giants were running on it. It felt like all my ashe was sucked out of my body. All my power was drained in that single spell, but the disappointment in my father's gaze told me all I had to know. I had failed his expectations again.
"Again"
"Father I can't-"
"AGAIN", my father roared.
The incantation escaped my lips but before I could finish it, my vision swam and my legs felt like jelly. And just like that, I was wrapped in the sweet embrace of darkness.
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