[ TT ] A knight decides to become a master in the arcane arts . However , due to his years of sword fighting and chivalry , he ca n't grasp the concept of `` magic . ''

`` Dammit, Gundar. Its an energy within, not without!'' my tutor exclaimed as I failed once again. 
 
 I had just become a student of Mister Kohan 6 months ago. 6 months of practice and learning in the arcane arts, 6 months of no progress. I had thought long before now that I just naturally was n't able to do it, maybe I should've just stuck to being a knight. 
 
 `` Again!'' My teacher shouted as he produced a small flame at his fingertip, obnoxiously throwing it in my face, searing the tips of my locks. 
 
 `` Remember, these energies are you. Be careful to understand that and not think of magic as seperate from yourself. ``, he often said. 
 
 `` Think of your inner energy as an extension of yourself.'' 
 
 I was tired, and sick of this woohoo bull shit I did n't understand. The only energy I often felt was the force of swords bashing and attacking my steel heavy shield I had now, on a plaque in my room. 
 
 In frustration, I closed my eyes. 6 months of nothing, I thought, irritated. 
 
 One deep breath. 
 
 `` It is an extension of yourself, much like a sword, you twit!'' 
 
 Two deep breaths. 
 
 `` These energies are a part of you, they're all around us.'' 
 
 I held out my hands before me in hope of some element. 
 
 `` Maybe you should just stick to swords and shields, you lousy oaf.'' 
 
 Those words brought me reminiscence to my time in battle and my training. 
 
 Three deep breaths, as I felt the conjuring of flames wrapping up my arms and extending out in the shape of a sword in my hands. 
 
 6 months of nothing really paid off, I'm thinking. I'm excited for opening my eyes as I'm granted the unsightly sight of my master coughing blood onto my steel bracers, a sword puncturing through his abdomen and soon cauterizing the wound. 
 
 `` I gave my life for you learning this and I knew I'd have to when you're mother came to me. Now use your powers wisely, you idle twit.'' My never polite master said as the life dulled from his eyes and he fell to the floor with questions to pick up after.
