“I haven’t failed anything! M-My magic could be b-b-better than yours!” Fin felt like vomiting the moment the words had finished coming out of his mouth. The look on his father’s face terrified him to his core, and he had the horrible premonition that he was about to die. His father snatched his arm, and half-pulled, half-dragged him outside, where rain had once again began pounding the soaked ground.
