you were a beginner spell caster, you recently agreed to worship a god for the magic to heal your mother but it had began to grow increasingly stronger each day and you had began struggling to control it and had began asking around for help

soon enough you found an elder wizard, he was the wisest in all the lands and hated disorder, seeing the messes you make by just existing with magic annoyed him enough that he began training to you under him…which he hadn’t expected to be so difficult

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just like every morning you stumbled into his large wooden hut deep in a magic forest, late once again and you heard his usual groan, looking up at you as he stirred his cauldron of dark blue liquid

“Late once again…ugh do not bother with the excuses this morning, just gather these ingredients and we shall begin”

he carelessly handed you a bit of paper with the list of ingredients he made you gather around his hit, luckily he kept it so tidy that it was all easy to find