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"Everyone has a different Wisdom Flame, Genevieve," Dyven explained to me. "As for myself..."
He stretched out his hand, closing his lime green eyes with concentration. A second passed before what looked like a dark brown nut the size of my fist popped into existance, hovering right above Dyven's hand. I gaped, watching as the nut broke open and a small flame, the color of a calm, peaceful sea, issued forth from the nut.
"Try." The Magic Guardian encouraged, looking at me with a smile. "You're quite capable, Genevieve."
It had been almost three years since the fall of my kingdom, and Dyven has been training me relentlessly to take the throne back from my uncle. I wasn't very talented in magic (Well, it wasn't really magic, since Dyven explained to me that it doesn't exist when he performs the impossible everyday, but then again he is a Magic Guardian. Or so he says), or whatever this was, but, after squeezing my eyes shut and concentrating all my power, I opened my eyes to see the nut cracked open and releasing a pale purple flame.
It was...beautiful
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Little made up exerpt from Fall of Charth, the prequel to The Golden Maiden ^^ This is Princess Genevieve of the Elves with her companion, Dyven, who claims to be the Magic Guardian to the Elves. More will come soon enough! Enjoys!

(c) Me

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"Everyone has a different Wisdom Flame, Genevieve," Dyven explained to me. "As for myself..."
He stretched out his hand, closing his lime green eyes with concentration. A second passed before what looked like a dark brown nut the size of my fist popped into existance, hovering right above Dyven's hand. I gaped, watching as the nut broke open and a small flame, the color of a calm, peaceful sea, issued forth from the nut.
"Try." The Magic Guardian encouraged, looking at me with a smile. "You're quite capable, Genevieve."
It had been almost three years since the fall of my kingdom, and Dyven has been training me relentlessly to take the throne back from my uncle. I wasn't very talented in magic (Well, it wasn't really magic, since Dyven explained to me that it doesn't exist when he performs the impossible everyday, but then again he is a Magic Guardian. Or so he says), or whatever this was, but, after squeezing my eyes shut and concentrating all my power, I opened my eyes to see the nut cracked open and releasing a pale purple flame.
It was...beautiful
***
Little made up exerpt from Fall of Charth, the prequel to The Golden Maiden ^^ This is Princess Genevieve of the Elves with her companion, Dyven, who claims to be the Magic Guardian to the Elves. More will come soon enough! Enjoys!

(c) Me