Zodinhel seethed with hatred, the intense emotion igniting the air around her into a pale crimson. Raised in a destitution, she had long desired to become a magician, if only to ease the troubles of her precious family. However, when she was at last granted an opportunity to study upon learning of the Wehmkin Archive, she lacked the literacy to so much as read the name placard. Summarily barred from their halls per their strict rules, she swore they would rue their contempt.