Submission (#76) Approved

Rolan’s training had been long and arduous. His level of raw magical skill was immense but it took a lot to hone it and get it under control. Still, now he had perfected it, and he was here to show off his skills. He could hear his adoptive siblings whooping and cheering for him, and in his mind he could envision what his beloved father would have said, and how proud of him he would have been. Rolan felt a pang in his chest, he wished his father could have been there, he missed him.

Shaking it off, Rolan started. He pulled out his staff, mumbles a few words and bright darts of blue magic shoot from the top of it. The darts swirled around him for a moment before striking the ground in an arrow pattern. Next, jolts of fire left his staff, whipping the air like sharp tongues, causing waves of heat above them. Eventually they swirl together, coalescing and evaporating into nothing. Finally, with a jump and a flourish, shards of ice flung from his staff, shooting into a nearby wall, lodging deeply into it, the ice sparkling under the bright light. A round of applause from the small crowd of friends and loved ones who had gathered to watch him.
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Reward	Amount
Gems	25
Raffle Points	1
Deleted Asset	0