The winter-snow had finally melted, leaving a thin layer of frost on the ground. The trees had slowly begun to regain their blossom and birds had finally started emerging from distant caverns. Their decreasing population numbers finally soaring back up after the demise of the ravine creature.

The grass had retracted from its silvery paint to a more natrual colour. The strong odour of smoke of course remained. The cottage itself, went through little to no changes over the course of the seasons.

I stood in the yard, training as per usual when Vorgio called out to me in concern. He was quite worried to my surprise as I thought he would be more caring of his own student. He dragged Elrar from his slumped den and scolded him lightly.

"Teachers shall teach Elrar, it's in the name."

My teacher looked at me coldly. Afraid I had ruined something important yet still angry at him from a stack of events so large that it had filled even my infinite imagination I decided to look away in blissful ignorance.

After Vorgio left, my guardian looked at me. His penetrating gaze rattled my almost healed bones. The creature behind me even shook in fright. Its actions made me smirk, just a little.

"Do you want to learn magic."

I nodded as per usual. Was there such a need for such a question?

"As a genius, or a-."

"Genius,genius, genius. Let's just do this."

I met his now deathly gaze with a ferocious spirit. My red hair blew over my face in the wind, yet my vermillion red that bore within my eyes met his spiritual yellows.

After winter had passed, frost had fallen and lakes had emerged.

On this breezy,winter morning I found myself in limpid sunlight standing next to my glorious guardian.

I waited in frustrating silence as my fingers began to crave for anything.

I was on breaking point, my tongue at the edge of my mouth when he finally voiced his teachings.

"You shall learn a great skill today."

I looked at him from a sitting position with my bored eyes slowly rising.

If this style of teaching was like any of his others it truly would be, only me learning this skill. Since a genius does not need the step by step curriculum it would seem. Just a lot of neglection.

He began walking towards the lake. What is h-.

His foot touched the waters surface. I could feel my mouth open slightly as my eyes quivered.

His figure, in black and gold robes stood on the waters surface. His feet stood as if over a flat,solid platform and no ripples were made.

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His black hair flew right in the wind and briefly covered his golden eyes that soon met mine.

"This is called, Designation. It is changing the force to a particular state of matter. As of now, I have made an extremely thin flat surface. This allows me to do a feat such as this."

"As for the how..."

My head had already prepared a notebook and pen. Looking at his every moment in excitement.

"That is for you to decided."

Haa. What did I expect? A great teaching? Help along the way?

I cursed him silently in the back of my mind as I stood by the edge of the lake.

I tried poking my feet in when his flat voice resonated in the back of my head. Interupting my curses abruptly.

"You won't learn this technique unless you get your feet a little wet."

My eyebrows raised.

"What are you talking ab-."

Splash.

I gurgled water. All I could see was a mundane blue around me and a covered yellow above. I flailed my arms before my legs slowly made progress.

I reached the surface, my pants hoarse and coarse. I held in my desire to cough due to my situation. My energy was at a medium as I held my head above the water level.

This crazy bastard.

I couldn't even curse him anymore as I felt a mysterious force lift me up.

About time. I met his eyes, only to notice he was just looking at me blandly and as if this was a zoo.

Splash.

What the hell? I can't even swim.

I tried to speak to him, but keeping my head afloat proved too great a challenge when combined with speech.

"You... Don't you thin-... What if I catch hypothermia??"

He finally lifted me up in the air.

"Hippothermia? What's that?"

He asked in genuine curiosity. I looked at his old staff and raised eyebrows in frustration. This world didn't know of hypothermia?? God I felt irritated. I was tomato red and in beetroot rage.

"This- water is pretty cold you know."

He gave me a -so?- look.

"Maybe theres a better way of teach-."

Splash.

No progress was being made.

My arms flailed so I oponend up a second thinking space.

First, I gathered world energy around me.

I then put some right next to me.

Alright.

I commanded it, throwing my dripping hand forward.

Become stone. I tried grasping this invisible energy. God I looked like a clown.

Alright, so that didn't work.

Become compact.

I heard an invisible or rather felt an invisible tightening. I tried to caress this particular store of world-energy with my hand. It would pack a nasty blast, but that wasn't the goal as of now.

My hands dipped up and down, to put some stress and pressure off my tiring legs.

I looked at the patch of world energy.

Don't move.

I slapped my hand down hard on it.

Prfthchu.

The sound of bubbles soaring rose as I felt my figure soar down to the bottom of the lake. A stream of bubbles lay diagonally from my descent. My eyes shut tight and I saw as the waters surface got further and further.

I swam as fast as I could, but my body and mind were exhausted.

I reached the top with a breath left.

A breath I never utilized.

An invisible hand covered my mouth.

It gripped from behind. I felt my skin being pulled back.

Desperately, I used some lingering energy stores and blasted the creature behind my back.

I shot 7 blasts, each leaving soaring streams of bubbles.

3 hit, the impact blasted the creature left and right, it clung to my back yet clearly was rational as it retreated from my mouth.

The situation surely looked odd to my teacher. My body had already begun to feel the aftermath and desperately using a lot of world energy.

I got out the pool, my hair soaked and down. My body dripping streams from several parts. My favorite clothes also drenched.

I met his condescending gaze with an annoyed side-glance.

He talked as I had already began to leave.

"Well aren't you a genius, genius, genius."

I walked off in silence. And a light drizzle I assumed.

Why was nothing going right.

Aren't I a genius? This isn't fair. I'm angry.

I need to go somewhere to cool off. Somewhere nice. Somewhere quiet.

Maybe the ravine.

Yes, that place is so refreshing and chilled. The temperature is just right and nobody will be there to see and intefere.

Nobody.