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"You're really bad at taking care of yourself, aren't you?"

The little bit of life I'd managed to bring back to the forest is already dwindling, but the spirit- Grimoire, I'm pretty sure-is floating in the air when I open my eyes, lying on their side with their head propped on their hand. "Excuse me?" What a welcome.

"Not eating. Don't even notice you have a fever. Wild magic inside of you." They shake their head. "You'll implode at this rate."

A fever? My forehead feels cool to touch. "I don't have a fever."

"Your hand is as hot as your-never mind. Not my problem if humans want to kill themselves." They roll over, presenting their back to me.

"What do you mean by wild magic? And why would I implode?"

The spirit waves their hand dismissively, not even bothering to look at me. Their indifference is frustrating.

Last time, they spoke with me after I connected with the magic hidden here.

Fine. If that's what it takes to get answers, I'll try again.

Once I focus, the hidden magic pulses beneath the lake, calling my attention.

I touch my forehead discreetly. It feels cool to me, but the spirit's words nag at the back of my mind. Could I really have a fever?

Pushing the thought aside, I concentrate on the magic thrumming beneath the water, the faintest whisper of it grazing the land. Reaching out with my senses, I try to coax it to life once more.

happens. The forest remains silent, the air still. But then, slowly, I feel a warmth spreading from my fingertips. It travels up my arms, settling in my chest before radiating outward. The golden

my body. There's a strange heat building inside me, different from the

my surprise, they're hovering closer now, their ethereal form shimmering with an intensity that wasn't there

more persistent than I gave

this mean you'll answer my questions

regarding me with those unfathomable eyes.

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asking the

frustrated sigh. Why can't magical beings ever give straight answers? Is it against some freaking supernatural law they hold deep in their souls? It's ridiculous. "No law. It's

thoughts. "Okay,

you're here?" They gesture to the revitalized forest around us. "You seek more power, yet you don't understand the

My teacher-I was separated from my teacher. I'm on my own right

you humans.

with Never paying attention. There are no ornate rules to magic. Do you need lessons

It doesn't feel

a spirit, and

have a lot of sass in your head for someone

to keep

lies the danger. Wild magic, untamed and uncontrolled, is a force of nature. It responds to your emotions, your desires, but without proper guidance, it can consume you. It Isn't like electricity, flowing only within the conduits they've installed. It's

teacher so I wouldn't kill

the grim words and solemn expression. "Magic requires balance, they explain. "What you're doing now is drawing power from the world. around you, but you're not giving anything back. It's like trying to fill a cup with a hole in the bottom. Eventually, the pressure will become too much" My mind flashes back. They'd mentioned witches gave back. Is this what they meant?

do

question. Their body continues to rotate slowly in the air, defying gravity in a way that makes my head spin if I focus on

mocking tone, "they think they're so clever.

eager to understand

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feel the pressure building up, they funnel that excess energy into these constructs. Imagine a pot of boiling water. Instead. of turning down the heat, they just keep adding more pots to catch the