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refined skill,” he says. “The only other Fairy I know who can do this is my Grandmother.”
My lips purse together as a thought hits me. “So, you could have reversed the avalanche and the rock slide I caused?”
He shakes his head as he looks amused at my expense again. “You created natural disasters on a grand scale. There is no magic strong enough to reverse that. Now, as impressive as it is that you are holding this wall in place for so long without another magical mishap, I cannot reverse the damage until you let it go.” Again, I’m five and he’s scolding. Yeah, we may still need to have that talk even if I am being whiny.
Letting that idea go for the time being, I take a minute to marvel over my accomplishment here. Honestly, I hadn’t even realized I’m still holding enough magic to keep this wall in place. Kallen had told me that I would learn to do this, but I didn’t think it would happen any time soon. I smile proudly, which causes some eyebrows to rise in my direction. I don’t care, I may have destroyed the house but I learned something about myself in the process. I am capable of control.
Kallen cocks his head to the side. “Care to share with the rest of us what is making you smile so?”
“No,” I say sweetly. He narrows his eyes at me but I ignore him as I concentrate on letting my magic go.
That turns out to be easier said than done. I haven’t really had to pull back magic that is creating a solid object, transparent as it may be, back through me before. And trust me, this wall is solid. The problem is, it wants to stay put. I know that sounds strange, but my magic seems to have a mind of its own sometimes. Kallen once told me that the only other person he ever heard talk about magic as if it is sentient is his grandmother. I wish I could meet her someday, because she sounds really interesting, but that probably isn’t going to happen since I’m never, ever going to the Fae realm. I’d be a walking target there.
Okay, Kallen’s impatient look reminds me of what I’m supposed to be thinking about. I try doing what I normally do and imagine my magic sliding back to the earth. But it won’t go. Maybe if I take a deep breath, close my eyes and try to clear my mind of everything else. I focus only on my magic. I love how it feels flowing through me, so warm and calm. I let it wash over me as I reconnect my conscious mind to my subconscious that has been holding the wall in place. That quiet hum in the back of my mind. Not an annoying hum, but a pleasant, calm hum, like a monk meditating. It becomes louder. As I delve deeper into the magic within me, it feels as if it’s singing to me now. Like the sound of my mother’s voice singing a lullaby. My magic will take care of me. It’ll soothe my soul from the stress it has felt. It’ll wrap me tightly in a cocoon of love, keeping me safe, guarding my body and mind. And all I have to do is hold onto it, burrow into its arms; my haven from the woes of the world. My sanctuary. Just hold it close, don’t let it go. It’ll teach me of its power, its wild abandon that will bring me happiness as I surrender myself to it.
Ow. Ow! What is that? This isn’t peaceful, this hurts. My magic isn’t comforting now – there’s too much power. It’s overwhelming. It’s giving me a headache. And what was that? Oh, that’s just annoying. Not only is my magic causing too much pressure inside of me as it tries to ooze out my pores, but now there’s something on the outside pushing against me. Like I don’t have enough to deal with right now. Oh, I recognize that magic. I’ve tasted it before. Kallen. If he’s using his magic against me, that can’t be good. Something about this cocoon I’ve wrapped myself up with must be making him use his magic against mine. And that never works out well for
My lips purse together as a thought hits me. “So, you could have reversed the avalanche and the rock slide I caused?”
He shakes his head as he looks amused at my expense again. “You created natural disasters on a grand scale. There is no magic strong enough to reverse that. Now, as impressive as it is that you are holding this wall in place for so long without another magical mishap, I cannot reverse the damage until you let it go.” Again, I’m five and he’s scolding. Yeah, we may still need to have that talk even if I am being whiny.
Letting that idea go for the time being, I take a minute to marvel over my accomplishment here. Honestly, I hadn’t even realized I’m still holding enough magic to keep this wall in place. Kallen had told me that I would learn to do this, but I didn’t think it would happen any time soon. I smile proudly, which causes some eyebrows to rise in my direction. I don’t care, I may have destroyed the house but I learned something about myself in the process. I am capable of control.
Kallen cocks his head to the side. “Care to share with the rest of us what is making you smile so?”
“No,” I say sweetly. He narrows his eyes at me but I ignore him as I concentrate on letting my magic go.
That turns out to be easier said than done. I haven’t really had to pull back magic that is creating a solid object, transparent as it may be, back through me before. And trust me, this wall is solid. The problem is, it wants to stay put. I know that sounds strange, but my magic seems to have a mind of its own sometimes. Kallen once told me that the only other person he ever heard talk about magic as if it is sentient is his grandmother. I wish I could meet her someday, because she sounds really interesting, but that probably isn’t going to happen since I’m never, ever going to the Fae realm. I’d be a walking target there.
Okay, Kallen’s impatient look reminds me of what I’m supposed to be thinking about. I try doing what I normally do and imagine my magic sliding back to the earth. But it won’t go. Maybe if I take a deep breath, close my eyes and try to clear my mind of everything else. I focus only on my magic. I love how it feels flowing through me, so warm and calm. I let it wash over me as I reconnect my conscious mind to my subconscious that has been holding the wall in place. That quiet hum in the back of my mind. Not an annoying hum, but a pleasant, calm hum, like a monk meditating. It becomes louder. As I delve deeper into the magic within me, it feels as if it’s singing to me now. Like the sound of my mother’s voice singing a lullaby. My magic will take care of me. It’ll soothe my soul from the stress it has felt. It’ll wrap me tightly in a cocoon of love, keeping me safe, guarding my body and mind. And all I have to do is hold onto it, burrow into its arms; my haven from the woes of the world. My sanctuary. Just hold it close, don’t let it go. It’ll teach me of its power, its wild abandon that will bring me happiness as I surrender myself to it.
Ow. Ow! What is that? This isn’t peaceful, this hurts. My magic isn’t comforting now – there’s too much power. It’s overwhelming. It’s giving me a headache. And what was that? Oh, that’s just annoying. Not only is my magic causing too much pressure inside of me as it tries to ooze out my pores, but now there’s something on the outside pushing against me. Like I don’t have enough to deal with right now. Oh, I recognize that magic. I’ve tasted it before. Kallen. If he’s using his magic against me, that can’t be good. Something about this cocoon I’ve wrapped myself up with must be making him use his magic against mine. And that never works out well for
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