It had been a month since we got to the campgrounds and I think Aunt Dawn has gotten us to do every chore imaginable. We had cleaned the entire house from top to bottom and brushed every horse in the stables. Every night I went to bed exhausted. I loved working here though. It was a pleasant kind of exhausted. I had done all I could that day and I had made a difference.
I wondered what would happen if we ran out of chores. What would I do all day? After working for so long each day I don't think I could go back to relaxing. I thought about just lying down and doing nothing for days at a time. It sounded boring. What would I think about? What would occupy my mind? I had no idea.
One day, we really did run out of chores. It was the second day of the second month that we had been there. I had just finished vacuuming the house. I sat down at the dining room table and Aunt Dawn grabbed me lemonade. I thanked her and gulped it down. It was hot and I was very thirsty. She looked at me and said,
"Your Uncle Bob is recovering very well. I think we just might be able to have you do some more magic training soon," she suggested.
"Magic training? Who would teach me?" I inquired.
"That just depends. If your Uncle Bob wants to, he might be able to, or we could have someone come and teach you on specific days," she theorized. I cringed at the thought of someone I had never met teaching me a strange and sometimes dangerous new magic.
"I'd like it if Uncle Bob taught me," I decided. I didn't know that Uncle Bob's base magic was Fire. I supposed I had never asked.
I wondered what happened if two people with different base
magic's married. What type of magic would their children have? I knew that if a girl with magic married a human boy then their children would have their mother's base magic. But if a man with base magic married a human girl then their children had no magic. I thought about this. I stored the question in my mind for when I next saw mom. Since she is the Master, she would probably know.
I wonder why Aunt Dawn or a doctor hasn't fixed Uncle Bob's leg yet. If it was just broken, why hadn't they fixed it, the way they had with mine? I would ask Aunt Dawn or my mom the next time I saw them.
"What's up Amber?" John asked.
"I was just thinking about uncle Bob. If his leg was just broken, why haven't the doctors used magic to fix it?" I asked.
"Maybe it was a magic induced wound. I read an article about that once. If the wound is magic induced, you can't heal it with magic. That's what makes them so deadly," John replied.
I sighed. It was wonderful having him here. He was so smart and balanced Kyle and me out perfectly. I wonder if he liked me. I had wondered this many times since we got here. I just never knew the answer.
"Want to go for a swim?" he asked. The campground had a lake that you could swim in. John always seemed happiest when he was in the water. I wondered briefly if that was his base magic. But then I discarded the thought, because I really like swimming and fishing to, and I'm fire.
"John, do you have any base magic's that you would prefer?" I asked him.
"Air would be nice. I could ride the air and stroke your flame," he mused. I turn bright red, realizing I was one of the reasons he wanted to be air. Maybe. I decided to take my mind off that.
"If anything, you calm me down!" I joke.
"Wait, if I calm you down, what are you like when I'm not there?" he asks.
"You're always there!" I retort.
"Not always! But I do like water, and that is the opposite of fire. Maybe I should take the element test. I could finally join you in your magic exercise ," he decided.
