REMY
“Deep breaths, girl,” Ginger said again.
“I am taking deep breaths,” I muttered.
Ginger was trying to teach me different magic skills, but I hadn’t succeeded with a single new skill yet. I couldn’t shift or create a magic attack. All I could do was create a small light, which was pointless. The frustration was slowly creeping in, and I was starting to wonder what the point of magic training was for me. I wasn’t blessed like Caulder. I couldn’t control magic like he could, and I hadn’t made progress in months.
“Maybe we should take a break,” Ginger suggested. “Your frustration isn’t going to get you anywhere.”
I grabbed my water and took a sip of it before plopping onto the nearest bench. “I just don’t get it. Why can I control barely any magic?”
Ginger sat next to me. “Not all
