Rain put Myrti through her paces as he made her run, then run, then run some more. It was a cruel form of training, but one that had worked to get him over his initial block when it came to enhancement magic, when he was around her age.
His brother had done the same for him, but with a lot more sessions until he was finally allowed to run himself completely dry of mana. The way Rain was doing it would be more dangerous for Myrti, but Rain didn't have the time for caution.
"That thing you call your 'light' is mana. Put it to use," he struck out with a whittled branch at her legs.
"I'm" Myrti gasped "trying."
"Don't just try. Feel your mana. Where it's going, what you need it to do. You need to hold on to the concept of strength. Or endurance. Or speed. Figure out which one suits you best."" Rain instructed coldly, whipping out the stick again and managing to strike her on the tail.
"Ow!" Myrti let out a string of creative invectives at him.
