The sun set behind the mountains, and I stayed awake while it grew dark outside. After my encounter with Kaces, I had become curious about the concept of nonverbal magic, as much as I hated the source of the idea. The easiest spell I could think of was one that created a spark, Dzirksteles. I had hope that I would learn quickly like he had hoped and be able to use this trick to escape for good, so I set myself to the task of producing a spark without speaking.
I started just like I had in the doorway behind Kaces, saying the spell as quietly as possible until the word was barely a whisper, all the while ensuring that I could maintain the spell's strength. I was interested to find out if the volume of my voice would affect the magic's power, but the spark appeared at a constant brightness no matter how loudly or quietly I incanted the spell.
After a few minutes of doing that, I stopped talking and tried just imagining the word in my mind. I knew it had to be a quick thought that used the same neurons as simply saying the word out loud. I tried for hours to get it right, but I never created a single spark. It seemed hopeless.
I knew it had to be very late by the time I finished. I blamed my lack of progress on the corresponding lack of food and the fact that I had been sitting awkwardly on the floor the whole time to use the little light that my window provided. One of my feet fell asleep when I stood up in the dim glow of the waning moon.
I sat down on my cot and was surprised to find that the previously bare mattress now had a blanket and thin pillow sitting neatly at one end. Like I always did at home, I meticulously arranged the blanket before I finally laid down, and that similarity to home was what got me thinking.
My father and mother had also been taken. I'd seen a Dark mage teleport my father away, and I could only guess that the other griffin mage that the Master had referred to was my mother. I did miss them, but I had hope that nothing too terrible would happen to them since I was still safe, and I knew there was nothing to be done to reunite us for the moment. I had to do my best to get through Kaces's trials, whatever they were for, and use my extra time to plot my escape. Unbeknownst to him, I had gained stamina and skill from his false lesson, and I could already see how I could use his tests to my advantage.

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DARKLIGHT
FantezieSiderion is mere minutes away from becoming a member of the Order and earning his first rank stripe when Serkha City is attacked and his life is changed forever. Thrown away from everything he holds dear, he must scramble for answers as his moral gr...