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I studied the ebbs and flows of magic the wizards used against us in practice.

Learning.

Adjusting what they had taught me to not just dissipate the magic and nullify the wizard’s ability to cast spells, but to take those spells and turn them back against them.

Seemed like a good way to win a fight.

The Brothers didn’t like my questions.

But why couldn’t we use a wizard’s magic against them?

Didn’t seem that much harder than nullifying it.

I considered as I scrubbed pots.

Again.

Then came the magic practice.

Not magic, but nullifying it.

Not just dodging a fireball, but destroying it before it could cause damage.

I wondered if I could figure out a way to use the fireball against the caster.

Another weapon, as my shield was.

And I was scrubbing pots again.

Third time this week.

I still wasn’t certain what I had done to deserve it…

Yeah, I did. And with how red Brother Togren’s ears turned, I would do it again.

I hummed a tune as I scrubbed.

While the other kids did whatever they did as a group, I found a corner in the library.

There were a lot of religious books, sure, but there was a lot more.

Interesting stuff.

Stuff on dragons.

I hated the other kids, the religious instruction, and even the food.

But I did like the training itself.

Advanced sword techniques. And these men taught me to use my shield as more than a giant door.

It was a weapon. Like the sword in my hand, but different.

I thrilled to it.