The Wrong Foot

I began writing some inscriptions on the grass blade, though the difference in experience was great, as the maker of this formation was far beyond my current level, I'm a good student, and I could put two and two together, to make a small change to the overall function of the grass blade.

Though the maker of this formation had set the rules and laws of his formation, my slight change could alter the overall function of the grass blade.

Once I was done and felt satisfied with my work, I held the glowing piece of green grass blade in my hand, smiled then threw it forward.

I was sitting in the middle of the garden of this house, and everywhere were numerous formations erect to protect everything and anything, as I have said the maker of the formation was crazy enough to even inscribe large swaths of grass, but thankfully he didn't inscribe every blade of grass and was satisfied with just the corners of each garden.