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After so many weeks of hard work I have finally finished my home and my garden. All of the herbs that I picked are growing well in the bountiful amount of sunlight and water from the well nearby. Everything smells so fresh and new when I wake in the morning and I feel very much like I've come home after many years away. I suppose that that may be true in some respects since I was away at academy for quite a while, but even my parents' home doesn't quite feel like home any longer. It finally feels like I'm visiting someone else's home when I go to see them.
Recently I have received some requests for herbs from the very same Academy that I graduated on. This is one of the most flattering requests I have ever received as it shows that the teachers there have faith in my abilities. It is reassuring to know that outside of the classroom that I can be of use to others both with my healing abilities and my herbs. I'm hoping to, in the future, add on to my small home to make it a local clinic so that it is easier for locals to seek the medical attention that they need without paying the hefty fees of the city or having to travel.
Despite these small aspirations, however, there is also another... My desire to help others is very strong, thus it may actually see me leaving Clarus Arbor to become and Ars Lilium for the Kingdom. Such musings sadden me when I consider them but they also fill me with a sense of hope and joy. Working for the Kingdom I can help those in need as well, those wounded in battle and those deathly ill. Perhaps my abilities are best used to heal the severely injured, those who can heal no other way but by magic. Deep down I know that the city intimidates and frightens me, but I must grow strong, I must strive to become better than I am.
I have made myself follow a strict practice regiment, all while secretly researching further into the healing arts. I am constantly seeking more information, searching for other, more powerful witches that may be more knowledgeable than myself when it came to healing in the field. As I learn more I begin to wonder if I am prepared for the screams and the death that may await me, but such thoughts seem to simply make me work harder. Perhaps the tears will flow forth when the time comes, but I must be strong, I must become a better witch for the good of all those around me.
