#legendofspark

Previously: 02//01

   Back before she knew how to shift light, her teachers were still in the midst of finishing up the basics for all the apprentices while she had been studying the advanced arts in secret. There was one teacher who liked to “shift” their hair into something different every so often and all she had to do was observe when and where they did it. Although she particularly thought her teacher’s taste was a bit pompous, watching was learning. She would watch and try to imitate. It was hard...at first. But she only needed to get the gist of it down. The  city’s scholarly library had records of files and literature for her to look at and all she had to do was use the basics to sneak in and read the rest on the theoretical science and practice of shifting light and shapes. They always said that the art of shifting was reserved for those who graduated from the intermediate classes, but that was complete bullocks. If a child was a genius, why keep the education confidential? To make the other children feel better? Or maybe they were thinking of her, not wanting to make her an outcast. She smirked. Who cares about being an outcast if you were chosen in the end? She glanced down to see her reflection along the marble floor. Instead of crimson eyes, a pair of sapphire blues stared back. With the face markings and apprentice uniform gone, even if someone pulled back her hood, she would be unrecognizable. She was ready.