Emmylovell298
"Concentrate!"
"I am," I replied, beads of sweat beginning to form on my neck and face.
"Thea!" He exclaimed. Dixon was an old and wise mage. His wispy grey hair rustled in the light breeze coming from the open window behind me, and his dark green eyes looked tired and distressed.
"What?"
"Do you realize that your trial is tomorrow? Although, I do not think you are ready." Dixon sighed, putting a hand to his head. "Oh, Thea."