The stone is getting colder, and I am looking forward to the theoretical class because meanwhile, I have pulverized the third mannequin, and even if my mother seemed to be proud of me, she drives me further as if I was a useless golem.

After the ashes of the training dummy collapsed, she stood in front of me, ready to fight. I asked her, »What's this going to be,« but she only tilted her head slightly and swung her staff, from which a bolt of spherical lightning came at me, which I could only barely avoid. »Do you want to kill me?« I shouted at her. »A doll is a too easy target. You should practice with someone who can defend himself« she replied calmly and already hurled another bullet at me. Unfortunately, I could not avoid this time, and she caught me at my arm. Determined, despite the pain, I pushed the lower end of the stick to the ground. The resulting sparks spread into a two-meter-wide carpet of lightning that moved towards my mother. At the same time, I followed him and pulled out my staff to strike a blow.

When I came to myself again, I lay in the dirt. »What happened?« I whispered as I pulled myself together again. »You have forgotten your cover yourself« my mother warned me as she pushed her staff into my ribs. »Again« she demanded.