That night he was more agitated than ever. Sunday afternoon was too active and dangerous, not to mention the witch's revelations, which managed to keep his mind busy even when he managed to sleep. Although he could wake up when the sun started to rise, a habit he had acquired since he arrived in Elthea, the desire to go back to sleep was too strong.

A pity that he could not even consider it. After a quick but nutritious and energetic breakfast, they resumed the routine of their classes, although with a slight change of plans.

"I'm staying with Finnian," Aer said, crossing his arms.

Even when Lunaluz went there like every morning, Lelile resumed his education while both remained in the Galya. Now that he controlled his magic better, he could handle it without exhausting him or losing control, but the task of hiding had to be transmitted by the witch. It was not to make Galya scholars any less, at all, but Myrd's knowledge of concealment was so practical that he had to learn how to use them. His teammates would have their individual training sessions like the previous days, although none of those present was willing to leave.

"Don't try to change our minds, Finn," Leith added, looking firmly at him.

"Then trust me. Nothing wrong is going to happen," said Finnian. "I will not be alone either. I have a couple of warriors watching in the distance."

Because Fee and Kay were close enough to come to their help. Moreover, even if Lelile tried to do something wicked, if it came to such a situation, her acts would not go unnoticed in the dorean. Also, if the trolls' trio turned out to be much nicer (though somewhat rude) than expected, he was not going to continue punishing her when not even Lelile had control over her acts in her evil times.

So, with Monday just beginning, he received a funny smile and a look full of emotion from the witch. She put a hand on his shoulder, almost as if she enjoyed sharing her knowledge with him, and then they went out to the backyard, where he always practised. That way, Finnian found that she was up to date with his progress, something surprising because she was barely in the Galya for a day.

"I have taught several students, and I know how to recognize when someone works and improves," Lelile said, this time more seriously.

Because in addition to being a warrior, she also instructed Myrd's young promises, even if it wasn't something they started talking about.

"That book you carry... Has it told you what you can do with your powers?" Lelile said.

"Only what distinguishes the Signers from others, both human and elthean."

Its words did not talk about groups of witches or magical beings on Earth, although it assumed something had to exist if Finnian stopped to look where he was. The book told him that, as a general rule, humans could not perceive magic, or not with the same intensity as a "magical being." According to public knowledge, the Signers were those whose latent energy was intense so that they could help Elthea, even if such an expression did not answer all of his questions

"The elthean's magic changes according to our level and potential, but by nature, we can detect it," Lelile said. "Some are guided by smell, while I used a spell to find you. Your power is so strong that I barely had to try. You must learn how to hide before you leave here to avoid revealing your position. That's an advantage you need now more than ever."

Which was not easy. Even Lelile felt his little magical act near the Esendil River, the same explosion that caught the Eroder's attention. Not doing anything else while travelling would not make him invisible, although he would stand out less.

"Wouldn't it be easier for you to hide me?" Finnian said. "If you could find me so easily, you should be able to do something like that."

"This kind of spell doesn't work like that," Lelile said, twisting the smile.

The concealment magic did not involve bodily movements but a magical expression that went beyond his understanding. Perhaps he could read the eltheani without problems, but the scribbles he saw in her spell's book could be compared to a mathematical gibberish. However, her explanation was simple: to hide something, you need to contain that power so that others do not perceive it.

"For that reason, only you can create a camouflage that really serves you," Lelile said.

Which was challenging. It's not that Lelile was not suitable for a teacher, but explaining what he was getting used to for days didn't make the process easier. He could evoke his own energy, shape his magic, or even control the air in a fundamental way. However, when it came to supporting or defensive spells, the issue was different.

"Your Signer's Mark can help you channel your power. It's what influences the evolution process, even if your case is unusual," Lelile explained. "It's not what makes you be chosen, but it helps you even when you don't think about it. Focus on it."

"It's easy what you say, but putting it into practice is another very different matter," Finnian muttered. "The Mark shines when they evolve."

"And a translucent shield appears when you feel most threatened," Lelile said.

"It's not something that happens often."

Although because of the way she raised her eyebrows, Lelile was not telling everything. Even he sensed that it was not a magical act, even when something inside him initiated it.

"Your instinct protects you," Lelile smiled. "You need to take control of it. Focus on your pendant as something physical to take out what you have within yourself to cloak you."

Shee pointed to his chest with her finger, but not to the pendant, but to his own heart. Finnian nodded, focusing his attention on everything that matters most to him. And nothing happened. Not a reaction, not an unexpected glow. He tried several times until Lelile ended up holding him back, changing her focus on that class and teaching him something that made him regain interest. In his book, she drew symbols with a brief note by its side. The witch claimed that they were the ones they used to teach the younger elthean in Myrd and could serve him.

"You can try to project them in your mind, but in your case, you should draw them by hand. And in doing so, you must be clear with what you want to achieve."

He realized the one that would serve him to hide, the new moon with two points on each side and a star on its inside. At the same time, he focused on hiding his presence despite having it in front of him. Then something changed, feeling how a cloak oppressed him to mask part of his essence.

"It's a breakthrough. The more you try it, the more you will go ahead and get tired," Lelile said while keeping a close eye on him.

"You're not the first to realize. How do you know so much about this? Have you found other Signers in Myrd?"

"I wish. You are very interesting!" Lelile exclaimed, "but we are not so different."

Thus they began to talk about other elthean and the forms they had in addition to their capabilities. This was interesting and frustrating, even more so because it seemed to scratch the surface of Elthea the more it advanced. Most of the elthean he had found had an animal or insect aspects, others as human as Lelile and some a mixture of the previous ones, such as Ariel or Ailfryd. This does not count the very similar but unique powers that each possessed.

"The more we work, the more we strengthen ourselves."

"That's what you said before, right? That elthean are not able to use their potential to the full and practice to achieve it," said Finnian.

"Exact. That has a lot to do with evolution, although extreme emotions can also cause it. Everything is connected."

So it happened to Leith, Rune and Aer. Everything influenced, but they seemed to pull out to reach the next level whenever the danger was more significant. Or it was him who gave them. The symbol magic was simple, or at least remember only one. He even had to trace it with his fingers in the air, without having to appear anything drawn by his own power.

"Although these symbols… their effect is not as long as I expected. Perhaps I should create a new spell for this occasion," Lelile said, after several attempts in which he managed to start them and the magic ended in a matter of minutes.

Far from relying on the work of others, making a conjure was an art that could be compared with drawing or writing. Their intentions needed to be precise, but the words used also required to be taken into account. Whether verbal, mental, with symbols or gestures, he should be careful with what was practised.

"Imagine for a moment that you want to hide, but you express yourself in such a way that you make you invisible," Lelile explained. "If you're not sure what went wrong, it will cost you much more to cancel such magic. That's why it's always good to do a test with something inanimate, before with a living being."

All because of the adverse effects that may occur. He would not be pleased to remain invisible for a long time, so Finnian would prefer to be visible even if he masked his presence.

"Can it be anything?" Finnian said, and then to point out. "Multiple symbols? A rhyme?"

"Of course. But you must be concrete with your intentions. Why?"

"There is a song. I know it by heart since I was little," admitted Finnian, biting his lip. "For me, it was magical, like a song with it drawing good luck and moving away from evil."

"Can I listen to it?"

Nodding without adding anything, Lelile prepared to use a counter-spell if her intervention was necessary. He had not fallen into such a thing until now. After all, he had been too focused on surviving to remember every detail of his daily life. After a second, he nodded with determination, cleared his throat, closed his eyes and began singing:

"May the wind beneath you never falter."

To have a safe passage, a path to follow with the protection that something was on their side.

"May the light of your heart be your guide."

Because you never knew how cloudy the horizon would be, how dark your future would be.

"May peace ever be with your soul."

Calm, serenity, no matter what difficulties you had to face.

"And may the ethereal spirits protect you forevermore."

So that strange eyes could not find him.

A wave of heat spread from his heart, reaching every limb and making his ears blush. There was magic in those words, one that was overlooked but that made him remember the home he left behind. However, when he opened his eyes, he found Lelile's confused look, who articulated no word.

"What happens?" Finnian said, without understanding what was going on.

"Why haven't you used anything like this before?" Lelile said.

"I didn't even think it was magical," he admitted, uncomfortable at the witch's inquisitorial gaze. "I called him the Starlight Prayer."

"Who taught you something like that?" Lelile said. "Because those four phrases have managed to hide your presence better than you would have expected."

His grandparents. So far, he did not consider the meaning of those words. Then, one by one, he began to remember those moments in which they told him stories, taught him songs that, for him, at the time, were nothing other than inventions.

Were Signers like him? Did they have magic? Because nothing that was happening to him was a coincidence, not when he was around. He needed more and more answers, and I didn't know who could answer them for the moment. But sooner or later, He would get them.