After what seemed to be hours, Alaenor indulged herself in a book called The Seven Wonders of Magic and How to Cast Them. It contained everything she could possibly need to master a specific type of spell, such as 'Lightning', 'Fire', and 'Wind'. All seven had special properties and depending on their respective attributes, one would be able to cast them without the aid of mana. Even with her current strength, she might never be able to cast all seven spells within a short amount of time - let alone the rest. But if she learned about them thoroughly, then perhaps she could at least cast all of them without getting frustrated.
As she continued to flip through the pages of the book, her eyes began to wander, looking left and right. She had completely forgotten about the man who had guided her in the first place, who seemed to have disappeared somewhere in the library and wasn't going to return anytime soon. She decided to leave him be for the moment and continued to read.
Suddenly, her eyes caught on something. Her mouth slowly curved upwards as a brilliant smile appeared on her face.
She quickly scanned the page to check the location of the next chapter and read aloud:
Magic users in ancient times used magic as the basis of their spells, hence its name. However, the magic that we practice today is much more advanced than the magic of the past. For example, the power of lightning is far more potent than the power of fire. The power of wind is even stronger than the power of water. The power of the earth is even more powerful than the power of the air. These powers are known as the Seven Wonders of Magic.
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Zevran had prepared some tea for the woman, making sure she won't dehydrate herself while she studied the book away. It had been over a century since he last had an apprentice. Since he'd made it his mission to educate people about the magical world and teach them how to harness their abilities instead of relying solely on Mana and its associated abilities. Many people thought that a person would need years of hard work in order to learn and perform magic properly. Yet Zevran had seen the truth.
He had seen a great number of individuals who had achieved success in their life in no less than five years due to hard work and dedication to learn more about these different forms of magic only to use them for vile reasons and ever since then, he refused to teach those with magical abilities. People like him should remain hidden, away from prying eyes and curious minds, he thought.
He knew there would always be people in this world that would seek to gain their knowledge through any means possible, regardless of what kind of consequences may come afterward. But as long as he remained hidden, no harm would come to him if there weren't any repercussions for doing so. Fortunately, sorcerers and wizards with good intentions decided to settle in Elderhollow, where they remain unseen by unwanted eyes and ears. They knew the Seekers would eventually come for them in a matter of time, hence the misty gates surrounded the small town out of protection.
Seeing this young brunette requiring assistance from Zevran himself, he was rather surprised.
He hadn't expected the girl to request his help just yet, though he supposed he had no choice in the matter since her magic was already fairly weak and he had experience with that kind of thing. Besides, this was one of the very few occasions where he felt he could actually use his magic for good in his line of work and he didn't feel inclined to give it up just because of some stupid human rule. This girl reminded him so much of his own younger self when he had still been alive. So eager to learn more about magic.