Choices

[Nox]

That presence came again, followed by strands of ... something. Nox blinked, memories tickled his mind. He saw red, and blue and white, green and brown strands in his mind. He saw the silhouette of a girl. Flames, burning flesh. Memory of a fireball striking a bear. Of trees and whips of fire.

Nox wasn't sure what it was that had happened. The lightning, the power outage. The emergency lights. "Divinity."


Nox laughed. "That's not divinity!"
He didn't know what he did. But it was instinct. Nox touched Oriena's hand, it was not friendly touch, it was habit, to reach and grab and hold on to someone. He pulled on the light, A Light? Where did that come from? It had hung at the edge of everything, he saw it, it had always been there. The power struggle was non-existent. He pulled and controlled and warped it to his will. It was his! The power. The ever loving power. Nox could drown in the power. But there was a tickling warning, something said don't do it. He couldn't remember why, he didn't care why.

Nox grinned and he clapped his hands together. The sound was deafening. It rang in his ears. He could feel the power it had given off. The weave was simple, his hands were not necessary it would have made the same sound regardless. "That is power!"