Edmund was sitting alone, waiting in the room, as Eliza entered and sat on a chair in front of him. She was nervous, and holding the battery, she gave it a tight squeeze. Edmund noticed this and smirked a little; she didn’t like at all the smirk he did and felt as if he was mocking her.

‘I couldn’t do it, OK!! Don’t mock me.’ She shouted.

‘Wow, calm down, that is ok, this is our first-class Eliza.’ He involved her hand with his with reassurance.

‘Don… Don’t touch me; what people would say?’ Eliza pulled her hands closer to her chest.

‘I’m sorry, let’s just calm down and start, ok?’ Edmund returns to his original position.

There was a moment of silence, and the two of them felt the awkwardness that had just been created.

‘So, let’s begin, The first thing you need to know is how to call magic. Try to do that magic you said is used to light up candles.’ Edmund pinted at the candle to his side.

Eliza started to say the magic words necessary for the magic to happen; at the end, there was a pause.

‘Fire.’ She muttered and pointed her finger at the candle.

A small fireball appeared on her finger and launched itself in the direction of the candle, hitting with no problem. Edmund was impressed by the magic, even though he remembered how the hero used it, and seeing it happen right in front of him felt different, but at the same time, he felt nostalgic.

‘Good job, Now try to use it again but stop the incantation the moment you feel the magic finished gathering at the point of your finger.’ Edmund showed his finger to her.

Eliza tried to do what he said, but she couldn’t really feel much. After five tries, she could feel a small sensation, like a weak breaze on the point of her finger.

‘I can feel a weak sensation before I really noticed; that is strange.’ She looked at her finger, intrigued.

‘The difficult part is to do that without the incantation, but i have something that can help you with that.’ He smiled.

Edmund pulled a small object the size of a pen from his pocket and gave it to Eliza. She now had the rod on one hand and the battery in the other, and she didn’t know what to do with the objects.

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‘Let’s call this a wand, it will help you channel magic easily but it has limits, your own body has a far greater capability; it is just for training.’ He relaxed in his chair.

‘So... what do i do now?’ She looked at him, confused.

‘Just think about the magic you just did now.’ Edmund smirked.

Eliza thought about the magic she did before, and without her noticing, a small fireball appeared at the point of the wand and shot towards Edmund’s hair, hitting it, making him and her completely dumbfounded and looking at one another.

‘Why did you aim at my hair?’ He shouted while jumping from his chair.

‘I’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry.’ She yelled desperately.

While Edmund was using his hand to put out the fire, Eliza used the wand to cast a stream of water and aim at the young man’s head. Drenched in water, he looked at her in total disbelief at what had happened.

‘You did this on purpose; there is no way this was accidental.’ Edmund was angry.

‘NO! It was your fault for not saying what was going to happen, hump!’ Eliza crossed her arms.

‘Why do I only get the end of the stick every time?’ He sigh.

The maids opened the door in a rush, asking what had happened. Eliza explained to them what had happened, and after that, they started to clean the water that was on the floor. Another maid came to change clothes for Edmund, who used another room right to the side to put his new clothes.

‘Well, let’s not do that again, shall we?’ He laugh.

‘If you teach properly, hump.’ She made a sulking face.

‘Now you need to thing or better, imagine mana being pulled by your wand and redirect that towards the battery.’ Edmund pointed at her other hand.

‘I forgot i was holding this, but i think i get what you are saying.’ She closed her eyes.

Eliza touched the battery with the point of her wand and remembered the sensation that she felt as the incantation gathered magic on the point of her hand. Her efforts were not paid off, as she didn’t feel a thing, but her resolve was strong; she was just too concentrated on the task and didn’t hear Edmund call for her.

‘Open your eyes, Eliza, you did it; look at the battery.’ Edmund shook her.

‘Hum?’ She muttered as she opened her eyes.

She hadn’t noticed before, but the battery she was holding had a small crystal and glowed blue. It made her confused, as she didn’t understand what the meaning of this was.

‘I gave you the new battery for the weapons; it shows when it’s full, better for storage, recharge and to know when you are all out, Soldiers really do give good feedback.’ He grinned.

‘So i recharged the battery; i did healing magic?’ She looked at him with bright eyes.

‘Well, basically yes, but it took too long and you needed to touch the battery with the wand to do it, For what i noticed, you didn’t really feel anything, did you?’ Edmund crossed his arms.

‘Yes, i just remembered and imagined how you asked me to.’ She looked at him, puzzled.

‘With time, you will feel the magic outside your body, one step at a time, The goal is to do all of this without the wand; don’t forget it.’ Edmund put his hand on her shoulder.

‘Ok, i will do my best.’ She smiled at him.

Her smile made him happy. At that moment, he remembered the people he helped, all the people he had helped with his devices, and how he was helping everything be happy. It filled his chest with pride, but at that moment, all of these sentiments turned into guilt instantly, and his eyes widened like weights had been put on his shoulders all of a sudden.

‘To do what you just did, it took 20 years for an average person on the time of the hero to do; imagine if he had given them a wand like yours. Just continue to practice until you come to a road block.’ He passed her, looking down.

‘Wow, that long? But i bet he would have given to them if he had known, It's too bad they didn’t have you there.’ Eliza turned around, looking at Edmund’s back.

‘Yeah, too bad.’ Edmund sigh.

Outside, as he continued to walk in the large corridor passing the maids, Edmund continued to feel once again the guilt of the hero, making him sigh as he walked. In his room, all he wanted to do was lay down on his bed. The moment he entered this room, that is what he did, but it was too much for him to bear, so he closed his eyes and felt a tear fall on the pillow as he hugged it with one hand covering his eyes and squeezed his chest with the other.