Kyle rocks slowly back and forth, staring at the ceiling and trying to breathe flames back into the hope that seems to have died down to embers in the span of the few moments since Sister Isabella left the room.

Twenty or so minutes later, the house has become completely quiet except for the sound of the wooden rails of Kyle's chair rocking on the wood floor and the occasional footsteps of the Sister of Sovereignty in the next room.

Sister Isabella: Are you still awake Kyle? It's time for your first lesson.