You search and search inside your own mind, at the whim a a girl who's constantly fidgeting, in what you are now quite sure is a dream. And then, in a flash, you stumble over the Class, like tripping over a rock on a path you've walked a hundred times, and fall head first into the knowledge of it, the knowledge of who you are.
For you are the
Scholar, the learned student, he who wishes to dissect and learn of the workings of all things. Yes, you feel, that is your purpose. To learn, and in learning grow strong. Knowledge is your sword against the darkness.
You wake up properly this time, having fallen to one knee. The girl holds to your arm, trying to steady you. In time, she helps you back to your feet.
"It's alright, it's okay, it was a bit of a rush with me two. I actually fainted, I think. But you have more to do, there's another aspect of yourself, hidden away in your heart. Don't look at me like that, I ran the numbers, it was definitely in the heart. Or the soul, or whatever you wish to call it. Look there to find the other half of the equation."
CHOOSE A DOMAINEXAMPLES: PAIN, PATIENCE, LIGHT, ICE, LIFE, WORDS, BREATH....
Hey son, wanna' learn how ta' make witch balls?