Richard's Dilemma

Those eyes were unsettling, a swirling vortex of malice that sent shivers down my spine. If not for the flicker of excitement I saw in Roland's desperate plea, I would have crushed that monstrosity beneath my heel without a second thought.

But Roland needed my help, and I wouldn't abandon him.

"Alright, children," I began, my voice firm despite the lingering unease. "The first spell I'll teach you is a defensive one. Watch closely, I'll cast it slowly so you can see every detail."

Instead of simply conjuring the magic, I decided to go the extra mile. I meticulously drew the intricate magic circle in the air, each line a precise power stroke. Then, I uttered the ancient chant, my voice resonating with the raw energy of the spell.

"This basic magic circle," I explained, my gaze sweeping over their eager faces, "is the bedrock of all magic. It's the foundation upon which every spell is built. By modifying it and adding your unique touch, you can shape it to cast any magic you de