This little shot is for the Gentleman Apprentices Week! Day 1 - Magic Man: What Type of Magic they Specialize In
Fire and Shadow
‘No one will ever accept you if you show them the real you, Sever.’
The words of Sev’s father rang in his mind as he whispered a spell to focus yet another fireball in his hand. The magic pulsing through his veins stung like venom. He was overdoing it, he knew it. But he bit his lip and tossed the fireball through the air. The magic hissing as it hit a dummy and fizzed it instantly.
“Dammit!” Sev yelled, falling to the ground. The well manicured grass poked through his expensive linen. With another growl, he grabbed his shirt sleeve and pulled. It snagged then suddenly tore with a loud rip of cloth.
The heat of the fire that was once in his hand burned hotter than the flames and the arm that was exposed to the air was shaking from the pain. His father had told him to focus on fire magic, but both of them knew that the element wasn’t his strongest.
Sever Vidal was a boy of considerable magical talent despite his young age of 8 years old, and was to be trained by the best. His father wanted to make sure of it.
The element of fire was what his father told him to learn and force himself to get better at. But it came like harsh vodka in his veins. They both knew his true skills, but his father ignored it and told him no one would ever acknowledge that side of him.
Shadow. Darkness. His talent lied in the absence of Light. Some even ignored it as an element of magic all together. But Sev knew it was true. The way that the shadows danced for him at night in his room was more than enough for him. He was even able to extinguish the lamps for full darkness. At night he would sit with it like a blanket of comfort.
But deep down he knew his father was right. He needed to learn a real element before he left for Vesuvia to train with his Aunt. Darkness was not an element and would be seen as something evil. Or so were his fathers words.
So he would train.
Sev stood up and looked down at his burning arm, the sleeve of his tunic torn. Furrowing his eyebrows he knew his father would be furious. He pushed it out of his mind for now. He always hated the clothes his father made him wear anyway...
With a grunt of pain, Sev pushed more magic through his arm and a flare of fire burst from his hand again. He screamed the incantation that his father taught him and pushed the flames towards the dummy again. With a gasp, suddenly Sev felt his arm sieze. Grabbing it, he fell to his knees again with a yell.
But the sound of crackling fire made him stop and look up. The dummy was burning loud and bright.
