The Last Step

Elfie’s Perspective:

My eyes didn’t blink for a long time.

I couldn’t.

The candle near the desk flickered softly, the only thing moving in the library aside from the turning of pages. The orphanage had grown quiet—everyone asleep. But not me.

Not when he said he wanted to fly.

It had already been four hours past bed time.

I was still reading.

My eyes were dry, a little sore, but... I didn’t care. My hand gently turned the next page of the elemental basics book. I had flipped between it and Celestara’s spellbook so many times, my fingers were starting to go numb.

But the more I read... the more everything started to click.

The elemental book said something earlier—

"Elemental magic exists as the bridge between the body and nature. Unlike Celestial magic, which calls upon the soul, or Cursed magic, which feeds on pain—Elemental magic is cast through internal energy and external visualization."

"Visualization..." I whispered, eyes narrowing.