No Other Options

You have no idea how long you've been out but when you come to Noah is gone you look around the room for any evidence of where he went, You check under his bed and see that his shoes are gone you rush downstairs and dart into the kitchen where you see his mother.

"Mrs.Blossom," you stutter between exhausted breaths. "Yes sweetie," she says in a melodious tone." do you know where Noah went we were meditating in the room and he just disappeared ?"

"Oh I'm sorry hunny he left a note for you, I was supposed to give it to you when you woke up." She hands you a neatly folded piece of paper, you open it and immediately recognize Noah's handwriting, yet it somehow worse you can just barely make out the hastily scribbled words on the page.

But, when you are done translating this ancient language it, reads, "Hey Liz your probably here to ask for help with activating your flames I wanted to wake you but you know how dangerous it is to wake someone while they're deep in meditation I have to leave for private lesson with Mr, Green today he's gonna teach me a better way to meditate so I'll show you everything another time. I'm sorry I can't be here but you should probably ask your dad He always used to train us during the summer when we were kids?

Well, good luck!

Yours truly Noah.

"Damnit I guess I have to ask dad for training," You shake as this thought goes through your mind. You can still remember the last time you trained with dad you still have that scar on your arm from his strength training.

You'd wish there was another way but you have to ask the demon himself to teach you, you couldn't bare the thought of the training he's was gonna put you through.

It was a long walk home all the while your mind was filled with horrendous thoughts of what's to come. When you open the door you see your father in the kitchen cooking dinner and your mom in her chair reading books on methods of painful torture techniques, she's probably trying to scare your father you have known since you were young that the only thing under that cover is a book on the history of magic, which you and Noah were forced too read by Mr.Green when you first started training under him.

If you're remembering correctly that was the only copy in the village you and the rest of the children had to share due to the villages low budget due to the limited amount of student becoming mages due to either their low mana levels or their lack of talent. How much would the village make if you and Noah succeed at becoming mages maybe you'll finally make a name for your tiny village then the only big name in this village wouldn't just be blossom.

But first, you have to ask your dad to train you and maybe then you might have a chance at using your flames. You walk into the kitchen and rest your head on your father's back.

" What is is Liz you need something" you lay there for a moment should I really do this is this worth it...Just thinking of this infuriates you to your core, I can't believe that thought even crossed my mind what am I thinking, of course, its worth it this has been my dream my whole life to become a mage to have a flame to call my own.

"Dad," you say in a serious yet calm tone, "I wanna be a strong mage, but I can't even use my flames like everyone else...I'm too weak so I think I'm ready!"

Your dad smiles for a moment but it fades as he turns to you and simply says"Ok" as he turns back to the pot and continues stirring his big pot of stew.

A feeling of relief washes over you, as you hear this maybe he won't be as hard on me this time you think to yourself. Usually, he made you eat silver grass which is known for its ability to raise your magic level during the early to mid stages and its slight healing effects, but that wouldn't be so bad if the taste wasn't nearly impossible to cover up and the smell ugh the smell it's like a rotting corpse you gag just thinking about it but maybe training won't be as bad.