<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">Lucian took back the feather and smiled. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“You’re welcome.”</span> The smile slipped from his face again as he thought of his previous apprentice. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“It was about seventy years ago. I had been taking apprentices of all schools, sometimes two or three at a time, and would teach them Abjuration and Illusion magic. My last apprentice before you two was amazingly powerful, even stronger than your sister if you can believe it, and his main school was Evocation. He had managed to brute force his way on strength alone to being a graduate of the fourth circle, but couldn’t get any farther. His peers recommended that he choose another school of magic and practice that for a while as a way to get a better handle on his magic so he could attain the fifth circle. I was known for my aptitude at abjuration, as this was after the creation of the Workroom, and he came to me begging and pleading to take him in. I did, under the same conditions that I said I would train you two, minus the fifth circle part. For him is was until he had gotten to the second circle of abjuration, as that was what he had wanted. He took me up on my terms, and so our training began.”</span></span>