Elara

Third Person P.O.V.

"Good job, Ellie," Petra, the demigod, told little Elara as they wrapped up their magic training.

Elara has always enjoyed being praised, smiling widely at the demigod. She thought today’s events played to her favor, allowing her to learn many new things. Her finger was still glowing bright, evidence that she had mastered pulling at her magic.

"What next?" she asked Petra with gleaming eyes, wanting to learn more, ready to devour the demigod’s teachings. She really wanted to learn how to travel the way Petra did. Her father’s way of travel always felt cold and dark to her. It would leave her with a funny feeling, only because it would pull at the darkness she didn’t know she had inside of her.

“Let's train your body now,” Petra answered.

"My body?" Elara did not like the sound of that. She wanted to focus on her magic. She didn’t want to do more physical training. Her father and mother do plenty of that with her already.

"Yes, the stronger your body, the better it c