Risen Short Story #10
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He felt how the hands grew wet. The first beads of sweat shone on the forehead. Surely the first spots would soon appear on the parchment again and everything that he had written upon it would then run and blur. Master Illumar would reprimand him. As always.
(How come this always happens to me?!(, Jervis asked himself in thought. He saw the other novices out of the corner of his eye, who stood behind their desks and diligently scribbled down the magic spells they should learn as if it were the easiest thing in the world.
Jervis, on the other hand, was just glad if he could even remember the correct ingredients for levitation, for the transformation into a nautilus or even for the light spell. What do you even need the boar tusk for again? And why would you need the wings of a grave moth?
Jervis sighed. Crystal Magic was so much easier than this accursed Rune Magic. A spell a crystal that took on all the work. And you have to merely practice it yourself in order to become better. But all of these runes... You need the peculiar ingredients just to create a scroll. Completely aside from a rune.
Jervis tried to remember what Master Illumar had told him yesterday and began to write before his parchment was completely drenched.
