Shard stared at the crystal that had earned him his nickname. The stone was broken but could still hold power. He remembered that day: trying to cure a disease that was beyond him. The crystal bursting into a million blue pieces.
His best friend was a shadow beast, though that was odd for a White Mage. Chaz could change shape or literally become a shadow.
Nudging him awake, Shard felt his spine crack. "Oh, for a Heat spell," he muttered.
Chaz obliged by sending a stream of white fire onto Shard's back. He sighed. "What a mage you are, my friend!"
Shard grinned back. "You haven't seen me as a full Practitioner though."
"True, true. Never judge a mage by his color."
"How very true! Remember how I encouraged Kassandra to join the hall? I never saw such a talented Blue Mage."
"I remember. Oh, it was a sad day. Such a kind girl..."
"Shard," the Master interrupted, "it's time for Herb Healing class."
He nodded and moved to get his staff. This was vial to any White Mage.
Chaz followed. "I suppose I could keep you company, Master Shard."
"Get on with you, pup!"
