While following the so- called witch through the forest I am still in a weird mood. I'm not sure what to think, or how to feel. Just a short while ago I depleted an amount happiness, which might amount to a lifetimes worth. I actually found her, I'm so glad.

  But maybe I'm being a bit too optimistic here. She looks mature, but isn't she a little bit of an airhead? I mean, on our first meeting we accidentally bumped heads, isn't that a pretty airhead-y thing to do?

  Maybe we are both airheads, I don't know.

  "So, about that fog, was that your doing?"

  I'm curious about this, so I inquire. After all, that was most likely her doing, but how did she do it? Magic, maybe. I haven't had the chance to learn any yet, or rather getting somebody to teach you magic is rather hard. I just said 'hard', didn't I? More like, its very expensive. Truth be told, I did get taught magic by somebody, for a very short time. I sought out a teacher at the last town I passed through, but I could only participate in a short trial lesson. He tried to teach me the basic magic "Ignite", which has power equal to a lighter. Guess what, I couldnt even learn that. Honestly, I felt pretty bad about it at the time.

  "Well, I was actually just trying out this piece of a wind spirit."

  "Whats that?"

  She stops, looking back at me a little baffled.

  "You don't know about spirits?"

  "No, not really. Are they like fairies or something?"

  She giggles at that, guess I'm off. Maybe a frown is showing on my face, because she waves her hand at me in a way that conveys something like "don't mind."

  "I guess this can be your first lesson then, because you're going to be learning a lot. Spirits are something like materializations of nature itself. Theres a spirit for every element and I managed to capture a wind spirit. Because they are basically energy, if you tear one in half neither half disappears, but both parts become their own separate spirit. Don't be fooled though, they don't actually have a will of their own. "

  Tear one in half? That sounds pretty extreme.

  "So what you're saying is, you ripped off a piece of a spirit and somehow created wind with that?"

  "You catch on pretty quickly, don't you? That's exactly what I did. You see, while spirits don't die if you rip them in half, they basically run on their own energy. So when you rip off a small piece from a spirit that piece can only sustain itself for so long. When a spirit dies that way it basically implodes and releases the last remnants of its energy in an uncontrolled blast! Its really great and flashy. Sadly spirits take a while to form, so you find one rather rarely."

  Is she a pyrotechnician or what? That sounds like a supernova to me. That's basically what it is, isn't it? How is this world still in pieces with self destructing nature balls floating around? But... What does any of this have to do with the fog. Really, that doesn't explain anything.

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  "I get it, but what does any of that have to do with the fog?"

  "I thought maybe you'd get it, but I guess you don't. Well, I don't mind explaining. Basically, the cold wind that is created by this blast collides with the warmer air in the vicinity, causing the water vapor present to condense really quickly, and that's how you get fog. It doesn't last very long and the area the fog can spread to is rather small, but its still very cool, isn't it? Depending on the weather condition and the size of the blast you can do some cool stuff. Its also more effective early in the morning, when theres a lot of dew present."

  I'm kinda dumbfounded. I mean, isn't she scientifically way too far ahead? What kind of things has she been teaching herself in this forest. Shes almost like some kind of wise monk that retreated into the mountains and came back as an enlightened man.

  "I'm really happy." I say.

  My voice is kind of small, but far from timid. For some reason, this long explanation about fog is exactly what I needed to hear. Shes definitely the one! The person I need to become strong.

  "Really? Didn't think there were people around these parts that didn't absolutely fear me to the point of superstition."

  "You know, even if you were the most evil person on this whole planet, I'd still be happy to have met you."

  For some reason a smug grin forms on her face.

  "I'm pretty amazing, right?"

  I guess the stuff I'm saying would get to anyone's head if they'd have been made an outcast for the rest of their life.

  "Yeah, you are. You are so amazing in fact that I forgot to ask for your name."

  "I also didn't ask for your name yet. Shouldn't you be telling me your name first anyways?"

  "My name is Zennith. Just like you, I have no class."

  "Zennith? That's a pretty fancy name. Alright, my names Roxanne, the evil witch that rules this forest. Also, just like you said, I have no class."

  The way she talks as she introduces herself is totally overplayed and almost dramatic. You could practically taste the sarcasm when she called herself an 'evil witch.'

  "Nice to meet you, Roxanne."

  "The pleasures mine, Kennith. Then again, having anybody around would be a pleasure at this point."

  As we keep walking towards I'm-not-exactly-sure-where our chatter continues. Its mostly just me saying stuff and her answering me with something somewhat serious followed up by a joke, but I appreciate the company nonetheless.

  But the conversation comes to an end when she suddenly excitedly points at something while also signaling me to keep quiet.

  I look towards where shes pointing, when a giant ball of dirt and dust enters my vision. It hovers strangely, the ball slowly sinking and then rising. It doesn't do anything, it simply hovers there.

  Isn't that a spirit? I'm pretty sure that's a spirit. Its maybe sixty centimeters in height and has a circumference of about one, maybe two meters.

  "Lets steal a piece." Roxanne whispers to me.