The library was a large vault of magical knowledge. Rows upon rows of book cases; each book case seemed to be overflowing with books. It was a really large library, but it also resided in a large castle. The book cases were lined up on both sides of the chamber with two large tables filled with parchment paper down the centre.
Corcoran got to know his way around the library quite well. He had spent most of his apprenticeship in the library. His focus was at times his own worst enemy; but he managed to fumble through some of the easier spells. Despite studying every day he could not remember more than two spells, a disastrous wizard he was turning out to be.
Kartu had given him a bag to hold all of his scrolls that he scribbled out. It looked as if it could only hold about ten scrolls but he had managed to put more than 30 scrolls in there. Every time Corcoran went to the library he would scribble out a new scroll, sometimes they were quick and easy like his magical fire fingers spell which he had memorized and wrote out every day, others like the invisibility spell which he was mesmerized by took a lot longer to scribe.
Writing was the first thing Kartu had taught him to do. He had excelled at reading and writing. Corcoran could read and write which if he had the time to scribe all of the spells in the library could make him a very dangerous warlock. He merely aspired to be a good wizard with the ability to cast a number of spells without having to rely on scrolls to increase the level of magic he could control.
He had studied for a year and most wizards or apprentices of wizards learn at least two spells in their first three months. Corcoran was far behind the curve, he only knew two spells but he had been able to create many scrolls in his time at the castle. He squirreled them away in his chambers because he knew that if Kartu had found out that he had made so many scrolls he would be dismissed or worse, burned alive with Kartu’s powerful magic.
Corcoran walked over to the bookcase where most of the spells pertaining to the use of the fire element were kept. He pulled out the book of incantations on fire fingers. There were several levels of spells in the book and he was interested in the most powerful spells found in the book. He could never start at the beginning and go through until the end. Studying was a chore he hated doing like taking out the trash; but it was essential if he wanted to become a wizard. So many things get left by the way side when you are in a hurry, this was not something you could breeze through and Kartu knew it.
He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Kartu must be watching he thought. He opened the book to the beginning and started to study it from the beginning fighting his urge to turn right to the back of the book and start scribing.
Corcoran got to know his way around the library quite well. He had spent most of his apprenticeship in the library. His focus was at times his own worst enemy; but he managed to fumble through some of the easier spells. Despite studying every day he could not remember more than two spells, a disastrous wizard he was turning out to be.
Kartu had given him a bag to hold all of his scrolls that he scribbled out. It looked as if it could only hold about ten scrolls but he had managed to put more than 30 scrolls in there. Every time Corcoran went to the library he would scribble out a new scroll, sometimes they were quick and easy like his magical fire fingers spell which he had memorized and wrote out every day, others like the invisibility spell which he was mesmerized by took a lot longer to scribe.
Writing was the first thing Kartu had taught him to do. He had excelled at reading and writing. Corcoran could read and write which if he had the time to scribe all of the spells in the library could make him a very dangerous warlock. He merely aspired to be a good wizard with the ability to cast a number of spells without having to rely on scrolls to increase the level of magic he could control.
He had studied for a year and most wizards or apprentices of wizards learn at least two spells in their first three months. Corcoran was far behind the curve, he only knew two spells but he had been able to create many scrolls in his time at the castle. He squirreled them away in his chambers because he knew that if Kartu had found out that he had made so many scrolls he would be dismissed or worse, burned alive with Kartu’s powerful magic.
Corcoran walked over to the bookcase where most of the spells pertaining to the use of the fire element were kept. He pulled out the book of incantations on fire fingers. There were several levels of spells in the book and he was interested in the most powerful spells found in the book. He could never start at the beginning and go through until the end. Studying was a chore he hated doing like taking out the trash; but it was essential if he wanted to become a wizard. So many things get left by the way side when you are in a hurry, this was not something you could breeze through and Kartu knew it.
He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Kartu must be watching he thought. He opened the book to the beginning and started to study it from the beginning fighting his urge to turn right to the back of the book and start scribing.
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