“Thunder!” Morgan shouted out, his right hand held high in the air with his left grasping his large, thick tome. The weak and small training dummy, made only of wood and straw, sat about fifty yards ahead of him in the short, thick grass. Nothing happened. Morgan lowered his hand and grunted, flipping through the pages of the book. He was standing in a small, hidden grove that sat far away from any other town or city, isolated so he could train in peace. Here, it was beautiful.
The grass was a bright green and surrounded the tall oak trees, reaching their branches up high into the air. Their flower buds were blooming, and hundreds of little white and pink petals would fall to the ground after being blown off of their branches by the changing winds. Moss covered the rocks that sat around the small, clear pond, with floating lily pads and swimming fish.
Morgan loved to come here to train and practice his spells. He had set up a few tr