(Seto's POV)

I wake up to hear snores from my right and left. Phantom is already awake, and hops onto my shoulder as I crawl out of the tent. The fire is just a few hot coals, and the moon shines down iota the clearing. Everybody must be asleep. I even see Sky sleeping near the fire. He must of had first watch, but fell asleep.

"Oh! This is perfect! I can show you some magic now that it's night!", Phantom squeaks in my head."why would it need to be night to train me?", I whisper. "It is believed that magic first came from the stars and moon, and magic is stronger at night. Plus, no one is awake. And you don't have to talk out loud, I can read your thoughts", he says. "That's a little creepy", I think. Phantom squeaks from my shoulder, and has me move to a clearing a little ways away from the one with the fire.

"Now, do what you did to summon me, the whole fire in your palm thing", He says. I grunt before cupping my hands in front of me and stand with my feet shoulder width apart. Now what? I can just tell that Phantom is smirking at me. "Don't you get it? Both times you used magic, it was triggered by emotion. To get started, anger or protectiveness will make it stronger then just plain summoning it. And fear will make your magic weaker", he says.

I take his words to heart, and let my mind drift back to Abigail. Her laugh when I would play with her, and her promise to find me. And the idea that she could get hurt. My magic flares into purple fire in my hands. I feel it move through my veins like adrenaline. "Now steady your mind, Seto. Stay calm", Phantom squeaks. I focus on the flame in my hands, and watch it gutter and surge to the size of a snowball. It stays that size, and gives off a magenta glow. "Now, magic is the intention of the caster, not really any fancy words. Words can help you focus, but magic is stronger when the caster has a clear purpose. Words can distract you. Try to make something simple. The only limits are your stamina, manna, and imagination", Phantom lectures.

I grunt in understanding and continue to watch the flame. My imagination? I know what stamina is, and I'm guessing that manna is how much magic I have. And Mr. Merfy said that I was a really strong wizard. I think of the fireworks me and Abigail used to watch, and slowly move the flame into my fingertips. "Sparkle", I whisper. Purple sparks of glowing color dance from my fingers when the flame disappears. Phantom squeaks from my shoulder when they pop into little bursts. My magic suddenly fizzles out, and I collapse to the ground.