I admit.
I have grown arrogant.
As a Mana Tree my manipulation of mana reaches the level of a Picasso or a Rembrandt. I was sure I was unrivalled under the heavens, perhaps even the universe.
Tevril`s father has shown me the depth of the ocean of mediocrity I currently swim in.
There is nothing quite like almost dying.
The sensation of your life bleeding out into the uncaring cosmos, consciousness darkening, it is completely and utterly horrifying.
Since I have already experienced this once, I of course have no desire to do so again.If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement.
So how did I almost approach the line of life and death again you ask?
Oh, that`s easy to answer.
I mistakenly attacked a desperate father searching for his daughter.
If it weren`t for the fact that Beast Kin, especially the canin foximus type variety have an amazing sense of smell...
Things might have gone worse.
I might be suffering another Regrowth right about now.
The poor father though, he`s currently suffering something along the lines of the Spanish Inquisition.
"The hell were you doing trying to kill my Guardian Angel, Papa?"
"Uh&"
"Why did it take you almost six years to find me, Papa?"
"Um&"
"Say something dammit!"
Tevril, brilliant mage, daughter of a loving family, Spanish Inquisitor(Side Job) it has a nice flowing ring to it, don`t you agree?
"Your father is nice. I mean, except for attempting to kill me. Losing 85% of my mana in a single strike against my Flameshield is terrifying, Tevril." I whisper into a small flame placed inside her ear. It doesn`t transmit heat only sound, one of my better inventional uses of mana.
"It`s not my fault I didn`t recognize you sweetling, you`ve had a rather extreme set of changes!"
Poor father, he should understand that logic simply won`t work against an enraged woman.
"Changes you say? Do. Tell."
Don`t fall for the obvious bait, Mr. Father!
Thwack!
Pop!
Smack!
This man is hopeless&