The Undying Star
A star? I wasn't even close to being something as beautiful. But... undying? Yes. I was. Since death never ever accepted me into its embrace. So what if I live this story to its end one more time? Just one last time. I want to feel it, living, rather than death. Only once. What awaits me at the end of this never-finished draft, I wonder... Is it the cure to my curse, or yet another rebirth?
This is how the battle scene starts!
"Can't even perform an act!"
Once again, they were being scolded by the white-haired young? mage.
"What was your role, my dear disciple? To shout one word and then hide?"
"Uh, I-I-"
"And you didn't even try, second disciple!"
Doris lowered her head. Her shoulders arched up as she was tense. Zal clicked his tongue as he looked at the two. It seemed like the mages in this group had no talent in acting. There was also Claus, who, during all that fuss, didn't even step forward, pretending to be a tree the whole time.
"Good job, doctor."
"Thanks!"
Only this person managed to pull up the act, so she deserved to be praised.