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"Again."
A melody echoed around the room followed by a bright golden light which shaped itself into fierce flames, twirling around the small figure in the center expertly commanding it.
The girl flicked her wrist and the flames turned into shadows, engulfing the room in darkness obscuring anyone's sight should they enter. The shadows disappeared, leaving behind a perfect replica of the Town Halls interior instead of the ornate ballroom it was.
With a wave of her hand the illusion collapsed, the wunder slithered back to the girl, who was now a perfect copy of her instructor. Her appearance changed again, this time to a man slightly taller than her teacher with flaming copper hair and kind blue eyes, then to a woman with reddish-brown skin and long glossy black hair and lastly to a young boy with warm brown skin and an eyepatch.
The transformation melted, melted into water which the girl turned into a murder of water crows, the creatures flew for a bit before she meshed them into a rock pile.
A sharp snap bounced of the walls and the rock pile slowly descended into dust.
With a slow turn of her wrist the damage reversed itself as if were rewinding a film. The reversing was only halfway complete before the girl doubled over, hands on her knees breathing heavily as if she had ran a marathon.
Warmth and power engulfed her muttering a quick thank you to her father, finding that her voice was quite sore and the already hushed words being drowned out but the chiming of the clock signalling that training was over and it was time for lunch.
She felt his presence in front of her and looked up into identical button-black eyes, well almost identical if you ignored the gold flecks in the older's eyes, he threaded his calloused fingers through her charcoal hair and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"Well done black bird" praise flowing from his tongue at his exceptional daughter "I can see you've improved" a bright smile spread on the girls pale and flushed face, happy that she'd made an improvement to her abilities.
"Go and rest my dear Morrigan, I'll have a maid bring you some tea" he ran his hand through her hair one last time before Morrigan straightened herself, smoothing out her loose white shirt she usually favored for training and gave him a brief hug croaking out a faint "Thanks dad" before bouncing out the room.
"Oh! Mor?" he called after her, suddenly remembering the phone call this morning, she turned to face him "Your uncle Jupiter and his nephew will be visiting this evening, I thought you should know" a moment passed before a cracked but happy cheer escaped her lips and skipped happily out of the room.
Ezra Squall breathed a small laugh, shaking his head fondly as he let pride fill his chest, his daughter was only eight-years-old and has already so talented he can tell that she'll be great one day. It turns out taking Morrigan from Chancellor Crow 'care' was the right choice after all.