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Run Little Girl, Run “Now click your fingers,” Lilyra said, demonstrating the clicking, “and pour your magic into the spark. Make it brighter, brighter until it becomes a flame.” Jennith did as she was told, and the fire in her hand quickly grew to become brighter and hotter than her mentor’s. Lilyra was a kind, humble woman in her mid-forties. She may not have been the strongest with magic herself, but Jennith thought she was an excellent teacher. It hadn’t taken the young mage long to pick up control of air and fire, but she was still slightly struggling with water, and hadn’t been taught much ea