#10 Weaknesses: Real and Imagined

Avalea

When I wake up, it’s evening. I have been drifting in and out of sleep throughout the day. A couple of hours ago when I woke up briefly, I ate the bread and the cheese the Werewolf had left for me. The bread was stale, the cheese was almost moldy, but with hunger gnawing at my innards, it was the most delicious thing I had ever eaten.

The light is now fading and temperature has begun to drop. I’ll have to find a way to keep myself warm. I realize now that I could have frozen to death last night. While I can use my magic to alter my body temperature, it doesn’t last too long. I know there are spells that can keep a space cool when it’s hot, and heat it up when it’s cold. They’re self-renewing spells, which means they feed on the magic in the environment once installed.

Even the thought of attempting those complex spells makes me anxious. They’re beyond my magical capabilities.

Last night, I survived because the Werewolf found me. Once sleep steals over one’s senses, it is