The shout came from the young elf, Ash, who was sitting on his bed in complete solitude. He was trying his hardest to cast a spell he had seen the priests use, occasionally. The problem, however, was that there was no effect, whenever he used it.
Ash looked in the mirror, and tried to touch the wound on his cheek, where he had tried to shave earlier. It hurt.
“Minor Heal!” he tried again, but, once again, to no avail....