Taig stopped to turn and look at Liam, shaking his head. "I feel the same as I did before, I think." He stepped back and turned away once again. "Let me just try something here..." With no small amount of hope, he attempted to throw a fireball from his hands. He felt the magic flowing through him, spreading up his arms and finally out through his fingers. "This is it! I'm actually casting magic properly!" Flames burst from his hands, gushing outwards...
And then stopping just a mere inch from his hand, dispersing into the air as quickly as they had appeared. He attempted yet another fireball, then a host of other spells, each one ore desperate than the last. Finally, Taig hung his head, silently berating himself for even thinking his wish would be fulfilled. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing." Letting his anger get the better of him, the young mage stomped the ground in the courtyard, sending a piece of it flying into the air. He then launched high-pressure air out of his hand as he delivered a palm thrust and smashed it into a nearby wall.
Taig sighed in defeat. As he did, he noticed that a sheet of paper had been knocked off of the wall, and was currently blowing towards him in the light breeze of the day. He bent down to pick it up, curious as to its nature, and froze. "Uh, hey guys? I think that dream thing might have done something after all."
He held up the poster for the two boys to see. On it was none other than Taig himself, depicted in a dashing pose beneath his name in large, bold font. On the bottom were the words "Guardian of Le'raana, Pride of Wyrdwood."