There might have been dew – maybe it is sweat that is creeping down my neck — on my body as I stood in place – for what must be nearly a day now – reciting — over and over – the same skill, the same spell — as if I knew no other – that morning — it was evening when I started – in order to increase — by a single point each time – my mastery — as if that meant anything now that I was Arch-Mage – of magic — I ruled all of the schools and yet still had to buy my spells like all other students of the arcane! Over time, I reached the point — of boredom – where I could stop — finally – and be able to summon two creatures — after summing thousands! – at once. It was a mighty feat.
