There was no more time to waste. Cecil planted himself in the middle of the empty garden, alone and ready to become a greater him. As a mage, it was important for him to further understand his abilities. It was one thing to use the power of words but an entirely different thing to use the power of magic. With both, perhaps he could one day be strong enough to single-handedly push the world in the right direction. Alas, a man can only dream. With a deep breath, the Life magic dropped onto his ass. Quickly he folded his legs and used his knees as armrests. His eyes shut, suddenly he could feel the winds collide with his skin. The leaves rustled, and people from meters away could be heard.
Most people stayed indoors after evening hours. Although this side of Crocus was supposed to be the safest place in the country, some people didn't trust their leaders like how they used to. Right now, the people were fragile. The Desiertan thought about nothing. It was important for him to focus on the world around him. He often found himself caught up in his own thoughts, which was its own world. As moments passed, Cecil began to conjure a green circle underneath him when suddenly the plants had began to move around and brush upon his body. Some of the plants had been wrapping around his leg. The green magic circle beneath him lit up his little area. Cecil's mind was elsewhere.
No longer was he tuned into the world around him. He was back in his own mind, yet his own mind had revealed a world that wasn't his mind after all.