Edmund was sitting alone, waiting in the room, as Eliza entered and sat on a chair before him. She was nervous, and holding the battery, she squeezed it tightly. Edmund noticed this and smirked a little; she didn’t like the smirk he did at all and felt as if he was mocking her.

  ‘I couldn’t do it, OK!! Don’t mock me.’ She shouted.

  ‘Wow, calm down; that is ok; this is our first-class Eliza.’ He involved her hand with his with reassurance.

  ‘Don… Don’t touch me; what people would say?’ Eliza pulled her hands closer to her chest.

  ‘I’m sorry, let’s just calm down and start, ok?’ Edmund returns to his original position.

  There was a moment of silence, and the two of them felt the awkwardness that had just been created.

  ‘So, let’s begin. The first thing you need to know is how to call magic. Try to do that magic you said is used to light up candles.’ Edmund pointed at the candle to his side.

  Eliza said the magic words necessary for the magic to happen; there was a pause at the end.

  ‘Fire.’ She muttered and pointed her finger at the candle.

  A small fireball appeared on her finger and launched itself in the candle's direction, hitting it without problem. Edmund was impressed by the magic, even though he remembered how the hero used it. Seeing it happen right before him felt different, but ?he felt nostalgic.

  ‘Good job. Now try to use it again, but stop the incantation the moment you feel the magic finished gathering at the point of your finger.’ Edmund showed his finger to her.

  Eliza tried to do what he said but couldn’t feel much. After five tries, she could feel a slight sensation, like a weak breath on the point of her finger.

  ‘I can feel a weak sensation before I notice; that is strange.’ She looked at her finger, intrigued.

  ‘The tough part is to do that without the invitation, but I have something to help you.’ He smiled.

  Edmund pulled a small object the size of a pen from his pocket and gave it to Eliza. She now had the rod in one hand and the battery in the other, and she didn’t know what to do with the objects.

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  ‘Let’s call this a wand; it will help you channel magic ?, but it has limits. Your body has a far greater capability and is just for training.’ He relaxed in his chair.

  ‘So... what do I do now?’ She looked at him, confused.

  ‘Just think about the magic you just did now.’ Edmund smirked.

  Eliza thought about the magic she had done before, and without her noticing, a small fireball appeared at the point of the wand and shot toward Edmund’s hair, hitting it. This made him and her ?dumbfounded and made them look at one another.

  ‘Why did you aim at my hair?’ He shouted while jumping from his chair.

  ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.’ She yelled desperately.

  While Edmund was using his hand to put out the fire, Eliza used the wand to cast a stream of water and aim at the young man’s head. Drenched in water, he looked at her in total disbelief at what had happened.

  ‘You did this intentionally; there is no way this was accidental.’ Edmund was angry.

  ‘NO! It was your fault for not saying what was going to happen, hump!’ Eliza crossed her arms.

  ‘Why do I only get the end of the stick every time?’ He sighs.

  The maids opened the door in a rush, asking what had happened. Eliza explained what had happened, and after that, they started to clean the water on the floor. Another maid came to change Edmund's clothes, and he used another room right to the side to put on his new clothes.

  ‘Well, let’s not do that again, shall we?’ He laughs.

  ‘If you teach properly, hump.’ She made a sulking face.

  ‘Now you need to think, or better yet, imagine mana being pulled by your wand and redirect that towards the battery.’ Edmund pointed at her other hand.

  ‘I forgot I was holding this, but I think I get what you are saying.’ She closed her eyes.

  Eliza touched the battery with the point of her wand and remembered the sensation as the incantation gathered magic on the point of her hand. Her efforts did not pay off, as she didn’t feel a thing, but her resolve was firm; she was too concentrated on the task and didn’t hear Edmund call for her.

  ‘Open your eyes, Eliza; you did it; look at the battery.’ Edmund shook her.

  ‘Hum?’ She muttered as she opened her eyes.

  She hadn’t noticed before, but her battery had a small crystal and glowed blue. It confused her, as she didn’t understand the meaning of this.

  ‘I gave you the new battery for the weapons; it shows when it’s full, better for storage, recharge, and to know when you are all out. Soldiers do give good feedback.’ He grinned.

  ‘So I recharged the battery; I did healing magic?’ She looked at him with bright eyes.

  ‘Well, yes, but it took too long, and you needed to touch the battery with the wand to do it. From what I noticed, you didn’t feel anything?’ Edmund crossed his arms.

  ‘Yes, I just remembered and imagined how you asked me to.’ She looked at him, puzzled.

  ‘With time, you will feel the magic outside your body, one step at a time. The goal is to do all this without the wand; don’t forget it.’ Edmund put his hand on her shoulder.

  ‘Ok, I will do my best.’ She smiled at him.

  Her smile made him happy. At that moment, he remembered the people he had helped, all the people he had helped with his devices, and how he was helping everything be happy. It filled his chest with pride, but at that moment, these sentiments turned into guilt instantly, and his eyes widened as weights had suddenly been put on his shoulders.

  ‘To do what you just did, it took 20 years for an average person at the time of the hero to do; imagine if he had given them a wand like yours. Just continue to practice until you come to a roadblock.’ He passed her, looking down.

  ‘Wow, that long? But I bet he would have given to them if he had known. It's too bad they didn’t have you there.’ Eliza turned around, looking at Edmund’s back.

  ‘Yeah, too bad.’ Edmund sigh.

  Outside, as he continued to walk in the large corridor, passing the maids, Edmund felt once again the hero's guilt, making him sigh as he walked. All he wanted to do in his room was lie on his bed.

  The moment he entered this room, that is what he did, but it was too much for him to bear, so he closed his eyes and felt a tear fall on the pillow as he hugged it with one hand covering his eyes and squeezed his chest with the other.