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sure Elizabeth would have felt the same way if she’d found out about this. He’d just used three different Elementa, and lost to a guy who used just the Elementa of wind.
    “Do not misunderstand. You have potential greater than all the strongest warriors combined,” he said. “But you do not possess the skill set you need to tap into that potential. Your powers have been at their strongest when your emotions surged through you, yes?”
    Q nodded.
    “That is the sign of a lack of perfection in your wave-skills,” Idhren sighed and paused for a bit. “It’s decided then. You will be trained on your general wave-skill while focusing more on the great Elementa of light.”
    “Trained? By whom?”
    Idhren smiled, “I’ve heard the High Priest is a very good mentor.”
     
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2-5
    Q opened his eyes and the darkness of the night greeted him. He had to admit it felt scary to sleep all alone in a medieval like room. He couldn’t help but feel someone would try to assassinate him while he was asleep, and the fear only accelerated when he recalled the whole intruder situation that had happened earlier on.
    Unable to go back to sleep, he walked over to the room’s only window. It had a wide wooden frame, about six feet in width, with a smooth, high-quality texture on its surface. He looked out at the scenery before him. The dew on the grassy lawns below caught the moonlight and glittered like hidden jewels. The moon itself was not very visible, hiding behind the dark clouds that ran across the lower regions of the sky.
    It had been a hell of a day, from the Thanonian attack to the hotspring to the battle he had with Idhren. Interestingly though, Carlos seemed completely unsurprised that Idhren had beaten Q comfortably.
    Maybe he’d expected it all along , he thought.
    His brother often turned mysterious at times. He would refrain from giving him pieces of information until what he felt was the optimum moment. And the optimum moment was usually the last possible moment.
    Q was expecting his brother to tell him about some old age connection he had to Idhren, but his brother had been quiet on that aspect. It seemed very likely that the two of them had known each other for a long time, even though Idhren said Carlos hadn’t come to Armorica in the last five years.
    To him it seemed as though Idhren had been Carlos’ teacher, and that idea made even more sense since both of them had very good control over the Elementa of wind, with Idhren being way better than his brother.
    Q stared out into the open, letting the images of the night wash his thoughts away. The actual capital city was a beautiful place. The houses were simplistic and medieval, with stone walls and roofs. There were of course the larger two-story houses that were also made of stone but of a much more refined and polished kind.
    In between all this architecture, Q noticed a faint shadow pass the outer palace boundary, lingering for just a second before fading into the dark. He looked hard, squinting his eyes to get a better image, and made out an outline of a large group of people heading deeper into the housing region of the city. Honestly, he felt he’d just imagined the entire thing. The shadows in the darkness were almost invisible, and were probably just as easy to conjure up in one’s imagination.
    A loud shriek tore through the quiet night. Q gripped the windowsill, a chill passing down his spine. Another scream broke out, this one sounding farther away and a little dull, as though the person had been muffled.
    Q stiffened. Not my imagination , he thought.
    He rushed out of the room, somehow maneuvering through the dark corridor and reaching the room at the end. He didn’t bother knocking but barged in.
    A confused Idhren sat up in his bed, his hands reaching out for his staff. Q panicked at first and realized the High Priest couldn’t see anything through the darkness. To Idhren he could have been just about anything from a cookie-selling girl