Chapter 2: A Promise made by the World.

I'm 9 years of age and in a month will be 10. And yes, I will be given Formal Training from my Mother. An explosion reeminded me that I was not safe at the moment.

"Bludt Rein Vizer" My opponent chanted as her Vermillion hair splayed whilst crimson roots sprang from the earth beside me and began to chase me all over the forest. "Get back here and Face me Like A Maaan!"

"Nope!" I jump onto one tree to another, I really find it unfair that her Attribute was Plant. Given that Her and I are in a BLOODY FOREST.

I found a clearing and clasped my hands together gathering mana onto my palms as I envoke my spell." Zephyr Crash!"

With extended hands the wind began to form a bird which cut through the Roots giving me an opening.

"Hermes!" Imbueding wind unto the soles of my Shoes I manage to close the distance in the matter of minutes.

"Dræken Blüdt!" A wyvern flower formed to shield her from my advance. It spat it's Flame at me. Blue Flames that promised pain as it seared the Earth. Quickly with a silent chant I used another Hermes and I was getting tired it was getting more and more difficult to focus.

I wind up a Ventus Maxima as my final ditch effort to win the spar only to be binded by the Roots.

"I have finally caught up to you." My opponent said so smugly. Her Amber eyes held her Glare."So, Why'd you have to take the last cookie?"

Seriously?

"It was just a Cookie, Aria."