“I proved power beyond what my peers could hope to muster!” Syndra shouted at her master. Her wild hair a reflection of the frustration and confusion the young woman felt.

They had only just concluded the ceremony, bringing Yatta and Yima to the infirmary. The other injuries were physical in nature, and seemingly not severe enough to warrant treatment. Konigen had brought Syndra in tow.

“You lack control! Look around you. I barely know to which extent you have hurt my students! You’re lucky that they’re all still breathing”

“I had it under control! If you hadn’t interfered none of this would have happened.”

“If I hadn’t interfered, we wouldn’t be dealing with a few singed plants and some sick students”

“Exactly. So if you-“

“In fact, not even one of us would have survived. You overvalue your own control. The power you wield is clearly too much for you at such a young age. What could be gained if you simply muffled your own eager self-destruction. You lack balance. Both in your power and control. Your carelessness squanders your potential. No mountain climber reaches the top by jumping.”

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“I do not only jump. I use your teachings! I follow your guidance.”

“Is that why you’ve been stealing from the library? Is that how you summoned an azakana? You are dangerous and out of control. Were it not for me, that demon would still be loose.”

“I banished it!”

“No, you didn’t. You are arrogant in thinking a young pupil could defeat a creature such as it. You do not realize what you are meddling with. A child thinking the waves calm because she wills it, failing to realize that there are bigger things than her in this world.”

Syndra took a deep breath.

She turned and headed outside once more. Through the courtyard, around the temple proper, through the garden. She ignored plants, the summer’s sun, and all the magical elements of the sacred garden. She paid the singed plants no mind and stomped along the paths until she reached the outcropping. She stood in front of the lake and looked out past the narrow strait.

She noticed not the passage of time, instead she was absorbed in thought and possibilities.