Well, as could be expected, there was a panic of people nearby. They were frantic of course, trying to obtain as much water and dirt as possible and lob it at the flamed. A watermage was there after a minute or two, frantically moving his hands around in rapid order to conjure something. He also shoute, “Aguadraco! Aguadraco!” which was strange to my knowledge of spellcraft, but was probably another focus to make the spell casting easier. He probably messed it up pretty bas, for a monstrous twister appeared on my cottage, and sucked firey debris from it. I could almost see a word from the fragments of one of my journal pages. Amor, it read, for a fraction of a second before blasting apart into ashes.

The tornado grew even more, to the point where I could have stood in the center along with most of the amazed, astounded crowd. It began to spin around madly, and sped around town. It was obviously controlled, by a malefactor… It torched Grendle Academy’d main structures and training fields.

Crap!!