Hopes and Healing

{Melisa} 

The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across Melisa's room.

She sat on her bed, tail twitching nervously as she reviewed yesterday's notes for the hundredth time.

All around her were sheets of paper Melisa had stockpiled. 

Sheets containing damaging, combative spells, specifically. 

Continuing her journey toward understanding the varying properties of Blood Magic, Melisa had picked up a few spells at random and had gone to see why exactly they worked the way that they did. 

In other words, if she could create illuminating spheres with Water Magic, as she'd done before, or shields with Fire Magic, why couldn't a Blood Magic spell do more than just harm another? Why couldn't a Blood Magic spell function without a sacrifice? 

Alas, she got no answers.