Candle light, flickered softly upon the face of a young man, as he focused his mind upon a single objective. He needed to master this spell called, Protection From Arrows. A basic magic defense, that could stop arrows from piercing the user. The young student, remembered the previous attempts. He fought down those thoughts, and focused on the spell, and growled away all other substance in his mind. He closed his eyes and started the incantation. His hands moving in the gestures of the spell, as a sphere was formed before him. He opened his eyes and watched as the raw magic was created. He chose the disired affect and watched it, as it disipeared, and suddenly, he felt thin and unwhole. He looked toward the arrow, he'd used to test the spell and nodded, at what must be done. He walked across the chamber, and knelt before the arrow. Then grasped the shaft and placed his other hand upon the arrow head, then moved his hand down.
He felt nothing! Incredible, he thought thriled at the completed spell, and watched as he used the other hand. It still worked. Grinning, the young mage, walked out the door and wen't to see his master.