Arcane Calendar Year 713, Windclaw Moon, 3rd day.
I had to admit, the thoughts I had last night were rather treasonous.
I hoped Lady Mystra would not discover them. Even if she did, I begged her not to blame me.
You know, I had always been the Goddess of Magic's most devout believer, and I had never slandered or belittled the great role the Weave played for Spellcasters. The radiance that bloomed from Magic Power was more dazzling than the sun.
May the arcane arts endure forever.
Arcane Calendar Year 713, Windclaw Moon, 6th day.
The Greengrass Festival was almost here, and Lia specially brought over sweet flower cakes for me to share with the other apprentices.
They really were sweet.
Arcane Calendar Year 713, Windclaw Moon, 18th day.
The recent experiments had not been going very smoothly. Even Burgess was seized on by our mentor and scolded for an entire afternoon over a common, harmless little mistake.
He was our mentor's closest apprentice!
I had not been caught in our mentor's anger, but I did not feel fortunate because of it.
After all, only those who truly took part in the experiments had the chance to make mistakes.
As for me, who could only stay off to the side doing odd jobs and watching, I did not even have the right to make mistakes.
Next year would be Hawthorne Royal Academy's final entrance assessment.
At this pace, could I really make it?
Arcane Calendar Year 713, Windclaw Moon, 21st day.
God!
I only found out at mealtime today that Burgess was actually one of those eliminated in the last assessment too.
How was that possible!?
Hadn't he already mastered Third Circle spells?
If even he could not pass, then I—
Arcane Calendar Year 713, Month of Melting Snow, 5th