*Dream 10*
Anyone who knows Jaina will see that she's considerably younger - 15 or 16 at best - and is standing in what looks like a giant library, with countless tomes lining the walls. There is a man there - no, not a man, an elf. He's tall, with long golden hair, and he's holding one of these ancient tomes as he idly walks through the room explaining the test to her.
"You have already learned the rudimentary basics of fire spells. Now, Jaina, this is to practice your control and your precision."
He gestured to a candle standing on a stone table in the center of the room. "We will begin with an easy task - light the candle."
The elf took a step back, waiting for her to try... Jaina focused on the candle, focused on the buzz of the energy she could feel moving within her, focused on shaping it and igniting it, willing the candle's wick to burst into flames right there.
There was a burst of flame...
...but it wasn't from the candle.
It was from the book. The priceless magical tome. The tome that the man was holding right now. Its dry, dusty pages were remarkably flammable, and within a second that spark had turned into a genuine blaze. The normally-calm elf instructor audibly yelped as he dropped the book, and Jaina, too, clapped her hands to her mouth in horror, stifling a cry.
She tried to chant the words to a spell, a water spell that would extinguish it, but ... for some reason, she couldn't get them out due to temporary shock. Still, her instructor recovered quickly, and a splash of water doused the fire - but also rendered the tome all but ruined.
He glared at her, and Jaina felt as though her face was burning hot enough it could have started a fire all on its own.
"You have already learned the rudimentary basics of fire spells. Now, Jaina, this is to practice your control and your precision."
He gestured to a candle standing on a stone table in the center of the room. "We will begin with an easy task - light the candle."
The elf took a step back, waiting for her to try... Jaina focused on the candle, focused on the buzz of the energy she could feel moving within her, focused on shaping it and igniting it, willing the candle's wick to burst into flames right there.
There was a burst of flame...
...but it wasn't from the candle.
It was from the book. The priceless magical tome. The tome that the man was holding right now. Its dry, dusty pages were remarkably flammable, and within a second that spark had turned into a genuine blaze. The normally-calm elf instructor audibly yelped as he dropped the book, and Jaina, too, clapped her hands to her mouth in horror, stifling a cry.
She tried to chant the words to a spell, a water spell that would extinguish it, but ... for some reason, she couldn't get them out due to temporary shock. Still, her instructor recovered quickly, and a splash of water doused the fire - but also rendered the tome all but ruined.
He glared at her, and Jaina felt as though her face was burning hot enough it could have started a fire all on its own.