“Again. Concentrate more, use some of that brain for something other than daydreaming.” Arkadius glared at Jornos for a few seconds, his impatience at his tutor’s words showing clear as day. He turned to face the tree in front of them, closing his eyes tightly. He raised his right hand, pointing it palm-outwards directly at the tree. His hand began shaking considerably with the effort of concentrating so hard, but whatever was meant to happen evidently didn’t, given Jornos’ sigh and disappointed disposition. “You aren’t concentrating hard enough, Arkadius. This isn’t going to just happen overnight, it isn’t going to work that easily. You need to…”
“CONCENTRATE, AND HARNESS THE POWER,” Arkadius’ voice was significantly louder than normal, weeks of annoyance building up into the one outburst. “Yes, I am very damn aware, Jornos. You’ve said the same thing. Every. Damn. Day. Since we started doing this.” Jornos shook his head, frowning and sighing. “And I will say the same words every day until you actually listen to my words and heed them. Which you are currently not doing. Listen to me, and this’ll all be easier.”
Arkadius’ eyes snapped open quickly as he rotated his body to face Jornos, but whatever he was about to say was interrupted by a small fire appearing and burning in his hand, looking like a miniature bonfire had been built on his palm, facing Jornos, who on the new development now had a wide grin on his face. “Alright, now we’re getting somewhere. So, anger and annoyance is your trigger. We can work with that, that’s something.”
Arkadius was staring at his hand, where the fire sat, his eyes and concentration fixated upon it. He could swear he could see figures moving about within the fire, a scene playing out, but it vanished as quickly as he noticed it. “So, uhh… I now have a bonfire on my hand. This is progress, but let’s discuss next steps here Jornos… how do I, you know, stop my hand being on fire?”