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Eresin thought about the question. "The marketplace in Oba... She came to buy some trinkets. Peco was the one who recognized her... Then a few days later she came to my parents' shop, injured and barely able to stand..." Eresin ducked under a branch and continued to walk with some distance between him and Kian. The nightfall was making it a bit harder to see, so he made sure to be extra cautious not to trip on some protruding roots.

"I used my parents supply to patch her up, and then I remembered. It was the eyes. Those beautiful multi-colored eyes you guys have. It was unmistakable, and Peco remembered her helping him when he was sick." Eresin sighed and took a deep breath. "She told me she might be travelling to Jauhar, and I was told to find my uncle in Jauhar as well, so I asked if she would take me with her..."

"Only after I decided to go with her, some men attacked me, looking for her. I wanted to protect her... So I-I had to fight them. It was then that I decided to become a mage... Since my uncle told me I had the talent, I figured it would best suit me... It would help me protect her too." He paused for a moment. "I know she hates magic because of her mother, but I'll show her how it's meant to be used. I swear it... She's trusted in me so far." Eresin inhaled deeply after that comment and continued to walk.

Eresin stopped walking and stared at the back of Kian's head as if his eyes could burn a hole straight through. How could he be so cruel? Of course you would have to make decisions in battle, but it isn't about being heroic. In actuality, it's the decisions you make in battle, yes defending yourself and others, but also showing restraint and self control...

"Heroic?" Eresin spat. There was a hint of agitation in his voice. "It isn't about being a hero. Sure, it can lead to that, but that's not at all what magic is about. Just like with anyhting else you need self control. Those who don't end up like your mother using magic to torture people..." He hoped that struck a chord in Kian. Eresin was getting tired of the cynicism and sarcasm, but that was also probably because of the lack of sleep. Normally, he'd be much more tolerant, but not lately. "Show no restraint and your power goes wild, and so too do you. Nerio should have told you that first thing before even starting to help you practice magic. Don't ever forget that."

"Now if you don't mind, I'd like to get to the camp. Now." That was it. Eresin was too riled up to even want to speak anymore. The ribbing had actually gotten to him. He only wondered if there was a limit to Kian's sarcasm. Maybe he can take a hint.

Eresin scoffed. "That's exactly my point. She did horrible things to people no one deserves. My point in bringing up youre mother was as a comparison as to how magic is and shouldn't be used. That, my dear Kian, is what I'm out to prove to Talisia. It's not about being a hero."

A duel? What for? It all seemed so childish, but Eresin was so frustrated, he wasn't even thinking when he replied, "Fine!"

As they arrived at the camp, Eresin found his uncle's tent and started to make his way towards it. A fight he wants, and a fight he shall have...