My hands were itchy. My heart was thirsty. Thirsty for the knowledge of the ancients. Every flick and every twist, every feint and every sleight, all premeditated and executed to absolute perfection. The magic is in what’s unseen, says the grand master. Oh how proud I was to be in the secret circle, next in line to harness the power, to weave the magic. Alas, in the quest for greatness one often forgets what’s more important than the destination. I could sense the discontent in the hallowed classroom. Sighs of contempt, looks of disappointment, but I was blind to them.
(100 WORD CHALLENGE)