The pangs of training (2)

Cara struck the wood with the last energy she had and fell. She groaned as she took deep breaths. Her legs were shaking from the amount of pressure on her body. It was already evening and throughout the day, she had been training. She did not get any meal and the only thing Alastair offered was a few drops of water on an hourly basis.

He was being a devil!

Cara could not understand why she needed to train so hard and so intensely. It was not her fault that she could not remember everything he had said back at the last training session. Could anyone even remember everything they were taught?

"If you do not remember my words from a few days ago, then how do you expect to remember the spells I will teach you?"

Alastair had fumed when she complained it was impossible.

"Have you ever seen me use a grimoire? As a mage, your spells are a part of you. You must remember every little detail about it, e every procedure documented, every expected result. You are not a common mage, you are destin