Sarra continued to walk until she eventually found herself on the steps of her family's house. The house stood tall, taller than the rest of the houses that lined this street. The prominent colours of the blue and white painted house stood out like a sore thumb amongst the street of neutral coloured houses. She pressed the front door open and strolled inside, surprised to see to her right that her mother and father hadn't moved since she left. It must've been more than an hour or so, yet still, her father sat there reading the newsprint. In a flash, a thought came and went like a leaf in a breeze. [i]Are they alive?[/i] After a few moments of awkwardly starring at them from the doorway of the living room, her father rustled the print and flipped the page. Her mother sat on the couch facing away from the front window, a cup of steaming tea in her hands. She just sat there reading a book she picked off the shelf. Sarra let out a sigh and spoke up, [color=82ca9d]"Rizahn gave me the documents I need to travel...So, I'm all set to leave tomorrow."[/color] Her voice felt so loud breaking the silence in the room. Her mother let out a sigh of annoyance, then replied, [color=f6989d]"Mayor."[/color] She emphasized, [color=f6989d]"Mayor Rizahn. It's called manners Sarra."[/color] Sarra's mother hadn't looked up from her book. A part of Sarra wanted to say something awful about Rizahn, just to simply get a reaction from them, but she remembered all the times she'd done it in the past and realized the trouble wasn't worth it.

Sarra apologized curtly and made her way through the house towards the kitchen. In it, sat Coyle who sipped tea while staring out at the backyard. Sarra perked up at the sight, [color=82ca9d]"Cursing the grounds one last time before leaving?"[/color] She said, her tone playful and sarcastic. Coyle's eyes slowly moved from the backyard to Sarra, a smile growing across his lips. Sarra could see in his eyes what he was feeling, nostalgia and delight mixed with sorrow and melancholy. [color=fff79a]"Of course Sarra...No, I was remembering all our sessions over the years. They mostly all took place out there."[/color] His voice was raspy at first but then became clear as if he hadn't used his voice in days. 

Sarra walked over to the kitchen window, it was large enough for them to stand side by side and still see the entirety of the yard. Sarra sighed and spoke, [color=82ca9d]"Yeah, strangely, I feel more comfortable out there than in here..."[/color] She trailed off. Today was their last day together and her memories looking back will be of them feeling sad? No way. Rizahn, Ched and Coyle will make this day a sad memory, but she'd rather it not be like that. She wanted to look back on this day and be happy. Sarra looked at Coyle, he stood there a few inches taller than her with his back straight and arms crossed.[color=82ca9d] "How about one last lesson?"[/color] She said in a soft chipper voice. Coyle looked at her and smiled even wider. He didn't say anything but he started to walk towards the kitchen door that led out to the backyard. It seemed like there was a bit of bounce in his step as he walked to the middle of the yard. 

[color=fff79a]"Show me what you can do with your soul."[/color] His voice was loud enough and genuine enough to break the tension and the gloom.

[color=82ca9d]"Are you sure? You don't want me to change?"[/color] Sarra was wearing a tight green long sleeve shirt and a thin grey skirt that flowed just past her knees. 

[color=fff79a]"You're fine! I've seen you use your soul while wearing even more questionable attire than that."[/color] He said chuckling right after. [color=fff79a]"C'mon. Prove to me that I wasn't as bad a teacher as you think."[/color] 

Sarra grinned and pulled her soul glove from her side. It was only hanging by a small hook on the hem of her skirt, making it easy to remove if lifted upwards. She placed the glove on her left hand and used her right to pull it snug. This specific kind of glove was only useful to Champions, many other kinds of gloves mimicked the design as a fashion statement but this particular glove was made for people like her. The black glove was made of tough material, almost a mixture of leather and fabric. It was a material that was extremely rare, manufactured by the Kova family, descendants of Inteligenti, to be used by champions to enhance and refine their power. Sarra could feel the anticipation surging through her. These were her favourite lessons, learning to use her soul felt so right. Every lesson felt like she was remembering something amazing she could do like it was locked away and was finally being let out. [color=82ca9d]"What first?"[/color] She yelled across the yard.

Coyle raised his chin a bit and yelled back, [color=fff79a]"Show meeeee....A noise glyph!"[/color] He reached behind him and threw her a small wooden ball, typical training equipment. 

Sarra watched the ball fly towards her. She caught the ball with her gloved hand and spun around with the momentum. The moment she caught the ball in her hand, she could feel her soul urging to move. With all five fingers on the ball, she summoned her soul into her hand and forced it into the wooden surface. In her mind, she could see her soul like a ball of paint, shifting and swirling in every direction yet never breaking form. She took the ball of paint and willed it to change colour, the colour she associated with hearing. She pushed her soul, her ball of paint, into the wooden surface of the ball. The wooden ball began to hum a continuous note. Where her hand caught the ball, between her five fingers, a small emblem appeared. A perfect circle, inside the circle, was a mess of lines that all connected with each other in a pattern. Sarra gripped the ball tightly while spinning, letting go of the ball mid-spin sending it flying back towards Coyle. He caught the ball and brought it to his ear.

[color=fff79a]"That's it? A b note?"[/color] Coyle said with disappointment. [color=fff79a]"Maybe I am a bad teacher..."[/color]

Sarra Extended her hand towards the ball with the glyph on it and started turning her hand as if opening a doorknob. The sound coming from the wooden ball began to get louder and louder, the b note changing pitch until it hit every note of the scale. Slowly the ball began to rearrange the notes into a little tune. Coyle raised his absent hand and made a 'so-so' motion with it, a smile stretched across his face.

[i]Oh, I'm not finished yet.[/i] She raised her left hand to shoulder height and moved her right hand up with it as well, her right hand imitated holding a wand, [color=82ca9d]"And now...The orchestra!"[/color] she yelled excitedly, her voice louder than the ball. She started moving both her hands as if she was conducting an orchestra in front of her. It was a bit dramatic and pointless but the idea was to have fun with it. The wooden ball began to make all sorts of sounds ranging from woodwind instruments to bassy drums, together they made a pleasing calming symphony. She ended the display with a flourish of her hands, cutting out all the sound from the wooden ball as a result. Coyle placed the wooden ball under his arm to free his hands and started clapping. Sarra took an exaggerated bow. 

[color=fff79a]"Well done!"[/color] Coyle yelled, [color=fff79a]"That was really really good!"[/color]

[color=82ca9d]"I know, I've been practicing."[/color] Sarra replied, [color=82ca9d]"What else?"[/color] 

Coyle tossed the wooden ball back across the yard towards her. She easily caught the ball, idly tossing the wooden ball between her hands. Coyle shouted across the yard at her, [color=fff79a]"Projection Glyph!"[/color] Again Sarra searched inside her self for her ball of paint, her soul. Within seconds the wooden ball in her hand had a glyph on it, a circle with lines on the inside. She tossed the ball back towards Coyle. She searched for her soul again, this time keeping her placed glyph in mind. In her hands another wooden ball swirled into existence with exact measurements and features, including the glyph she had placed on it. This wooden ball, however, was completely weightless. Every sense of hers couldn't perceive the wooden ball in her hands except for her eyes. No weight, no smell, no sound, nothing. She threw the illusory ball towards Coyle, but he didn't even attempt to catch it. The illusory ball obeyed all the laws of gravity and acted as if it were real, lobbing through the air towards Coyle only as fast as she threw it. The ball reached Coyle, phasing right through his body and bouncing away behind him. She didn't stop there. She repeated this many many times, creating projection after projection of the wooden ball until there was a pile of them behind Coyle. He looked over his shoulder at all the wooden balls behind him, he turned back to Sarra and nodded his head in approval, [color=fff79a]"Very nice. Now a moving glyph!"[/color]

Sarra yelled back in reply, [color=82ca9d]"My spear please?"[/color] Sarra pointed to the spear that leaned against the house. Coyle hesitated for a moment but then went off and grabbed the weapon. Instead of throwing as she hoped, Coyle walked down the length of the yard until he was right next to her. He handed her the spear and turned towards the house, facing the same way as her. Sarra placed a moving glyph on the hilt of the spear where she'd grabbed it. She lifted the spear in her right hand to her shoulder, taking aim at the house. She swung her arm forward, launching the spear towards the house with inhuman speed. She used her glyph to help push the spear out of her hands, propelling it threw the air. The spear stopped at the wall of the house, the tip of the spear less than an inch from piercing the rock wall. She flicked her hand and the spear came launching back towards her. 

[color=fff79a]"You could've done that with the training ball ya know,"[/color] Coyle said, his tone disapproving. Sarra gave him a glance but didn't bother responding, she just continued to focus on manipulating the spear. Using the moving glyph was different than the other glyphs. Sarra felt like she was carrying the spear with her muscles, but, she wasn't straining her arms or her body. Her soul's muscle was being used. the only difference was her soul didn't have a limit to how long she could hold the spear with it, only a limit on how much weight it could hold. Her glyph could only hold as much as her physical arms could hold, but with her glyph, she could hold the spear forever if she wanted to. Using her glyph she twisted the spear, spun it around a few times and made it fly forward again. 

Coyle continued to stand there with his arms folded and a smirk across his face. He cleared his throat and spoke,[color=fff79a] "Anything else?"[/color] Sarra paused for a moment, and then replied, [color=82ca9d]"Try and fight it. I'll use the blunt side."[/color] Coyle gave her an intrigued look before replying, [color=fff79a]"Can I use my soul?"[/color]

[color=82ca9d]"No!"[/color] Sarra said quickly. Coyle chuckled and headed over to the floating spear. He bent his legs and moved into a fighting stance, one that Sarra was quite familiar with. The spear burst into motion, Sarra flicking her gloved hand back and forth in the background. The spear's hilt swung at Coyle from every angle, forcing Coyle to bat it away with his open palm. Sarra made the spear dip low, trying for a swipe at his legs. Coyle was far too agile for that to work but it was worth a shot. Coyle, fighting off the spear with adept skill, shouted towards Sarra, [color=fff79a]"Faster!"[/color] The hilt of the spear changed speeds, swinging at Coyle with ferocious speed. If Sarra hadn't been using a moving glyph to control the spear, she might not have been able to keep up with the movements. Without extra permission, she sped up the spear's movements even more, truly giving Coyle a run for his money. The spear's hilt landed firmly into Coyle's gut. Spit flew out of Coyle's mouth as he keeled forward. Sarra made the spear stop its motion and fly towards her open hands. Coyle stood up and let out an exhausted breath. 

[color=fff79a]"Intelligenti Sarra! When did you become so proficient?"[/color] Coyle said through heavy breaths. [color=fff79a]"Seems just yesterday you were struggling to lift paper, now you can move your spear in such a way..."[/color] He trailed off, allowing himself to breathe more before continuing, [color=fff79a]"It's remarkable really."[/color] 

[color=82ca9d]"Well,"[/color] Sarra said, [color=82ca9d]"You know how you told me to focus on one of the five senses?"[/color]

[color=fff79a]"Ah, you picked touch. That makes sense."[/color] Coyle interrupted.

[color=82ca9d]"No."[/color] She cut him off, [color=82ca9d]"I never chose any. I just tried to get good with all of them instead. Since I couldn't make up my mind on what glyph specialty to go with, I just made sure that whichever glyph I use at the time, I have skill in. The spear is really my best trick with touch, even though-"[/color]

[color=fff79a]"Sara..."[/color] Coyle cut her off with a soft but stern voice, [color=fff79a]"you haven't chosen a glyph specialty? You realize that every champion chooses a glyph specialty because it makes them more skilled in that glyph. You may be pretty good with a moving glyph when attached to a spear, but against a touch glyph specialist your spear wont be as potent. You will be good at all glyphs but an expert at none."[/color] Coyle looked down, trying to find a reason in her actions.

[color=82ca9d]"Coyle, I've been able to experiment. I've realized there are huge benefits to not choosing a specialty."[/color] Sarra said. She'd turned to face Coyle, her arms to her chest. 

[color=fff79a]"Like?"[/color] Coyle asked. 

[color=82ca9d]"Well, because I have equal skill with all glyphs it was easy to see the differences between them and their similarities. With enough practice I was able to...Well, do this."[/color]

Sarra looked down at her hands, looking at the spear that she held. She closed her eyes and searched her soul. In her mind the ball of paint was there like always, spinning, swirling and shifting. She willed the ball to change colours as she'd always done, but this time, she tried changing only half of the ball of paint. Her mind strained for a second, threatening to lose focus. She managed to change the colour of half of the paint ball to one colour, the other half to another. Before her mind could slip and her soul reverts back to it's shifting nature, she pushed her soul out her hand and into the spear. Between all five fingers the familiar circle filled with line appeared. This glyph, however, was obviously different from any other glyph she was taught. Half of the glyph was one pattern of lines, the other half of the circle was another. [color=82ca9d]"There. This."[/color] She said. She held up the glyph on the spear to Coyle. His eyes widened at the sight, quickly grabbing the spear from Sarra's hands and holding it close to his face. Coyle excitedly inspected the spear, turning the spear and his head in different ways. 

[color=fff79a]"A new glyph..."[/color] Coyle said with an airy voice, tone filled with awe. [color=fff79a]"Show me! Please, there is so little to learn here. This is a very pleasant surprise. I must see." [/color]

Sarra was taken aback at first, unsure if he was going to laugh or cry. Intelligenti were weird like that, always salivating over new information like it was a freshly cooked dinner. Sarra lifted her hand, the spear raising out of Coyle's hands and into the air. After a second of hovering, Sarra created another illusory spear in her hand that proceeded to float in the air as well. Two spears floating in the air completely under Sarra's control, one spear being an illusion. Sarra flicked her wrist, her left hand moving awkwardly. The two spears danced in the air together moving independently of each other, then moving in synchronized swings. Holding the spear with one glyph and creating an illusion with the same glyph was kind difficult. Her mind felt like it was being pulled two different ways, like trying to turn her head left and right at the same time. While Sarra was experimenting, she tried placing two different glyphs on the same item, but that proved difficult for every time she'd place the second glyph the first would disappear. She decided to combine the two different glyphs, a part of her told her that she was able to do this because of her equal skill with all the glyphs.

Sarra dropped her hand, letting the floating spear drop into the ground tip first. The spear poked the earth, sticking out like a fence post. She willed her soul to be released from the hilt of the spear, the circle with lines in it slowly faded into nothing. She looked at Coyle, trying to meet his eyes, but he was focussing on the spear. His eyes darting up and down the length of the spear, his mind racing. 

Sarra leaned over and grabbed his shoulder, [color=82ca9d]"I'm going to get some rest. It's getting late and I need to start this journey early tomorrow morning."[/color] She waited for a reply that never came. She was glad that she'd given Coyle something to think about, something he was lacking while living on their estate. But, at the same time, she regretted showing him. This trance that he goes into when thinking hard leaves him emotionless and oblivious, it reminded Sarra to much of her parents. [i]I shouldn't have shown him, I should have just left it out and had a pleasant time laughing and having fun with him...I guess this is the end of my last day then.[/i] She thought, looking back at the statue that was Coyle. He continued to stand there arms folded staring at the spear with wide eyes even after Sarra had retired inside.