“A good explosion can cure anything. Bad mood? Blow something up. Bad food? Blow it up. Bad boss? Blow them up. Disease? Blow it up. Watch, I'll eradicate that runny nose of yours right quick.” ~ Healer Roc, moments before her patient ran from the room.
Bernin was wondering just what kind of explosion would be best. It truly was more difficult than most thought. After all, she could go for colour, size, sound or even multiple at once. But what would cheer someone up the most and ignite their passion for magic in one fell swoop. The whole progress brought her back to the old days. She was never an instructor, but she had done some artistic expositions.
Making her way to the hospital building was a challenge. She hadn’t gone that way in a while and the couple times she was there, she had woken up in the building, not walked there. Still, a few questions later and she could see the building in the distance. The glass here was fully clouded, most buildings mixed clouded and clear glass into artistic patterns, this building was made of various colours, yet all of them clouded.
The receptionist told her where to go. The children’s ward was isolated from the rest of the building. It was also by far the largest part. Magical healing was drilled into students from an early age, so much in fact that it was required to master at least 5 healing spells to graduate at even the basic levels. Wizards and the magically inclined were a small subset and even fewer made their way safely to the college.
Kirrin was sitting in his bed, he seemed quite bored from a first glance. Good, being bored was a good sign considering the last few days. She made her way over to him, making eye contact.
“Feeling better?”
“Kind of, I’m still processing some stuff, but nothing hurts any more… That’s good right?”
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There was a bit of fear in his voice.
“Yes, how about we go outside for a while. I’m sure I can show you something far more interesting than the walls here.”
Kirrin threw the covers of the bed and stood in an instant.
“Where are we going?”
“There is a yard here, it even has a small practice area. I’m going to show the more fun side of magic. How do you feel about explosions?”
“What kind of explosions?”
“The magical kind.”
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They made their way outside. The practice yard was a small area surrounded by stones by all sides. The stones had symbols engraved into them. They made no real sense to Kirrin, but they felt nice. He was looking at a particular pattern, from the entire stone, this one stood out to him. He still had no idea what it meant, but he felt it seemed right. The lines looked correct to him, which was strange as he had no idea what they meant.
He shook himself out of his daydreaming and saw that Bernin was looking at him, studying his reaction.
“Why don’t you stand next to him, just outside of the circle. It’s built to hold any magic cast inside the circle from escaping.”
He nodded and stood next to her. When he nodded again, Bernin looked back towards the circle and began moving her arms. Lines of colour flowed from her brooch into the air, curling around her wrists and arms. They concentrated into a small orb, pulsing with orange and purple. The orb grew wings of silver and flew into the circle, where it seemed to hang for a second, completely motionless.
Then, an explosion shot straight upward, the force almost knocked him back as he stared at the pillar of flame. Purple and orange were flowing into each other, the pillar started to disappear and flow closer and closer into a single line of bright light. After a while, even that single light started to disappear.
“Wow”
“Pretty cool right.”
“Yeah….”