So. What exactly IS a power bubble? That question will torment all five of Steef’s mages. They knew, when they agreed to train the boy, that the task would be dangerous. And puzzling. There are no parches for training a Clear. And he doesn’t pulse his power, like a good wizard should. He makes bubbles! Whoever heard of bubbles!? Probably the same people who’ve heard of one wizard with all seven Colors! No one! And there they lay. All over the ground in this remote valley. Blue bubbles. White bubbles. Even (shudder) Black bubbles. Can’t leave ‘em there. Can’t pop ‘em. But if one of the massive HornCats, whose valley this is, happens to trip over a bubble and die, the King of the Cats will expel all of the ‘two-legs’. Or worse. And there’s no where else to go, for hiding is why they came here in the first place. Hiding from the Guilds, who would abuse this boy if they could. Strange place. Strange power. Strange beasts. Even Steef’s staff is strange. But all five of these Masters of magic, love that boy. And they’re going to protect him if they can. From the Guilds and the Cats… and himself. They try not to think about what happens if he does grow up. Because he might just want to come out of that valley. And then bubbles of Power will be the least of their problems.