Being a Storm Wizard isn't...challenging. Nothing bad happens, every test is undoubtedly easy. 'Go fight this boss!' Two hits and it's done. 'Find this rare ingredient!' It's not rare, it's just right in another world. Storm is just...easy. Too easy.

Walking through the streets of Triton Avenue, I glanced at some lower level wizards. A Life and a Balance. "Don't worry! I'll heal you!" The life spoke energetically, and attempted to cast the Heartbeat spell, but it fizzled. A small laugh came from the two of them, before focusing back on the battle. I continued walking along. I missed the days where failure was an actual conceivable thing.

To the Four Storms Mill, I was greeted happily by Blad Raveneye. "Hello, Miss Brynn! What brings you by?" I pushed away my thoughts and replied cheerfully, "Oh, I just need more storm shards. Still working on my new wand." Blad nodded happily and handed a pouchful to me. That errand out the way, I wasn't in the mood for idle chat and walked off.

My legs led me unconsciously to the Kraken's dualing circle, and my hands went up to my hair. Dyed a deep purple, part of it was shaved for the rest of my hair to sweep over. This was probably my last memory of things being difficult for me.

Five years ago, my sister Alia Starflame, was pulling on my hand and crying that some Kraken stole her wand, and pulled me to come handle it because Julia and Amber were busy. I was drawn to the dualing circle and asked Alia what she was doing here. She sniffled and didn't answer me, and I gave a little sigh, before patting her head and telling her I'll get it back. Alia got happy, and I dived under the water to face the Kraken.

Of course, it wasn't interested in talking, and instantly went to fight me. I wasn't too versed in fighting, so there wasn't much to do, but nevertheless, I progressed. The Kraken punched and scratched at me, and I did it right back. A few minutes later, I swam back up, holding Alia's wand, the side of my hair ripped out. Alia hugged me and called me her hero, and I hugged her back.

A fond memory, but the last memory of my struggles. After the fight, life was just so much easier. There wasn't much to do now, just let it pass by with no sorts of difficulties.

But, I suppose, this is just the life of a Storm.