Yesterday, 12:46 PM
Sasha looked down at his hands. He had used the power inside. He'd done so without the shard. But he didn't actually know how he did it. He remembered words the man who Oriena had sent him to had said. It's always there just out of sight and he did see it. He just had to grab it.
Fear lanced through his body one more time. What if it didn't work? What if she was wrong.
He looked up into Oriena's eyes and searched for that place in his mind where the power wrestled with his own existence. Do not surrender. Control it! Sasha reached into the light and grabbed the bull by the horns and the world became much darker and grim than he'd ever imagine. The underground was an aweful place. Sounds of dripping water he picked up, the scent of blood and death lingered on the walls. His own not too far away.
He wasn't sure how to do what she asked, how to become warm. But he felt the fire in the patterns around him and he drew up on that power and wove a ball of fire. It floated just above his hands and he smiled widely. It was much warmer but yet it didn't burn his skin. He wondered how that was
Sasha knew that Oriena wouldn't appreciate the gesture but he leaned in and kissed her quickly before she bit him or something. "I did it. Thank you." This time he sounded better, though his voice was distant from holding the power still. It was a rush, the feeling of freedom. He wondered what he could do with it.
Fear lanced through his body one more time. What if it didn't work? What if she was wrong.
He looked up into Oriena's eyes and searched for that place in his mind where the power wrestled with his own existence. Do not surrender. Control it! Sasha reached into the light and grabbed the bull by the horns and the world became much darker and grim than he'd ever imagine. The underground was an aweful place. Sounds of dripping water he picked up, the scent of blood and death lingered on the walls. His own not too far away.
He wasn't sure how to do what she asked, how to become warm. But he felt the fire in the patterns around him and he drew up on that power and wove a ball of fire. It floated just above his hands and he smiled widely. It was much warmer but yet it didn't burn his skin. He wondered how that was
Sasha knew that Oriena wouldn't appreciate the gesture but he leaned in and kissed her quickly before she bit him or something. "I did it. Thank you." This time he sounded better, though his voice was distant from holding the power still. It was a rush, the feeling of freedom. He wondered what he could do with it.