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him. And I promised him that I wouldn’t hurt him anymore like that.
I have to take control back. I control the magic, it doesn’t control me. This is not how I save my family and Kallen from becoming targets in my fight. If I don’t have control, I’m as dangerous to them as I am to my enemies. I pull the magic back, like I’m playing tug of war and I have the strongest people on my side. I feel it diminishing, struggling – but losing. I’m pulling it back through me and shoving it back into the earth. As the wall falls, Kallen’s magic comes rushing towards me. I have to stop it. If I don’t, it’ll burn through me as if I’m being burned from the inside out. It may not burn as hot as mine, but it still burns. So, I’m going to gently push back, keeping our magic a line of molten lava where they interact, but not burning through either of this. After a moment, I feel his magic pulling back. He senses that I’m in control again.
When I feel the last drop of magic leave me, I open my eyes. And I thought the living room looked bad before. Now it looks as though it has been set on fire and then extinguished. Several times.
Chapter 5
I search for Kallen, hoping that I didn’t hurt him again. He’s kneeling on the floor about ten feet away from me, panting. I’ve never seen him look so pale.
“You did it,” Grandma breathes from where she is standing next to the window with what looks like a bucket of water. She must have been trying to put the curtains out, because a small flame starts up again, startling her. She uses the last bit of her water to put it out.
I drop to my knees in front of Kallen. I expect him to be angry, to back away from me. Instead, the corners of his mouth start to move up but they only make it to a half smile. In between breaths, he manages to say, “Always interesting around you.”
A small laugh escapes me as I recall our conversation from earlier. I put my hand on his cheek. “Did I hurt you?”
He turns his head slightly so he can kiss my hand. “Not this time. But you have tired me a great deal. I have endless pity for whomever you release that magic of yours upon.”
“Xandra, are you alright?” Mom asks with a tremor in her voice.
I turn to look at her and am about to ensure her that I am, when I realize Dad isn’t next to her. Oh god, where is he? “I’m fine, Mom. Dad…?” I leave the question hanging because I’m not sure I want to finish it.
“He’s fine,” Mom assures me. “I sent him outside when it all began.”
“When what began?” I ask Mom but I’m looking at Kallen.
He lifts his arms and puts his hands on my shoulders. “When you began to turn the air to flames.”
“What?!” That’s not possible. “I did not.”
It takes him another moment to take in enough oxygen to explain. I half expect Mom or Grandma to jump in, but they wait for him to do it. “You did. You pulled so much magic around you that it was competing for space with the very molecules of the air. You created an imbalance.”
I remember him explaining imbalances to me. Suddenly, I feel ill. “You said only black magic practitioners create imbalances.”
He shakes his head. His breathing is slowly returning to normal. “No, I said practitioners of black magic create imbalances on purpose to draw as much power as they can. You created an imbalance because you temporarily lost control of your magic. It is not the same.”
“Why did Dad have to go outside?”
Hesitation washes over his face. After several heartbeats, he finally says, “Because the imbalance you created did not only affect our plane of existence.”
I don’t understand. “How could I affect another plane of existence while in this one? They should have been safe, shouldn’t they?”
Mom does answers
I have to take control back. I control the magic, it doesn’t control me. This is not how I save my family and Kallen from becoming targets in my fight. If I don’t have control, I’m as dangerous to them as I am to my enemies. I pull the magic back, like I’m playing tug of war and I have the strongest people on my side. I feel it diminishing, struggling – but losing. I’m pulling it back through me and shoving it back into the earth. As the wall falls, Kallen’s magic comes rushing towards me. I have to stop it. If I don’t, it’ll burn through me as if I’m being burned from the inside out. It may not burn as hot as mine, but it still burns. So, I’m going to gently push back, keeping our magic a line of molten lava where they interact, but not burning through either of this. After a moment, I feel his magic pulling back. He senses that I’m in control again.
When I feel the last drop of magic leave me, I open my eyes. And I thought the living room looked bad before. Now it looks as though it has been set on fire and then extinguished. Several times.
Chapter 5
I search for Kallen, hoping that I didn’t hurt him again. He’s kneeling on the floor about ten feet away from me, panting. I’ve never seen him look so pale.
“You did it,” Grandma breathes from where she is standing next to the window with what looks like a bucket of water. She must have been trying to put the curtains out, because a small flame starts up again, startling her. She uses the last bit of her water to put it out.
I drop to my knees in front of Kallen. I expect him to be angry, to back away from me. Instead, the corners of his mouth start to move up but they only make it to a half smile. In between breaths, he manages to say, “Always interesting around you.”
A small laugh escapes me as I recall our conversation from earlier. I put my hand on his cheek. “Did I hurt you?”
He turns his head slightly so he can kiss my hand. “Not this time. But you have tired me a great deal. I have endless pity for whomever you release that magic of yours upon.”
“Xandra, are you alright?” Mom asks with a tremor in her voice.
I turn to look at her and am about to ensure her that I am, when I realize Dad isn’t next to her. Oh god, where is he? “I’m fine, Mom. Dad…?” I leave the question hanging because I’m not sure I want to finish it.
“He’s fine,” Mom assures me. “I sent him outside when it all began.”
“When what began?” I ask Mom but I’m looking at Kallen.
He lifts his arms and puts his hands on my shoulders. “When you began to turn the air to flames.”
“What?!” That’s not possible. “I did not.”
It takes him another moment to take in enough oxygen to explain. I half expect Mom or Grandma to jump in, but they wait for him to do it. “You did. You pulled so much magic around you that it was competing for space with the very molecules of the air. You created an imbalance.”
I remember him explaining imbalances to me. Suddenly, I feel ill. “You said only black magic practitioners create imbalances.”
He shakes his head. His breathing is slowly returning to normal. “No, I said practitioners of black magic create imbalances on purpose to draw as much power as they can. You created an imbalance because you temporarily lost control of your magic. It is not the same.”
“Why did Dad have to go outside?”
Hesitation washes over his face. After several heartbeats, he finally says, “Because the imbalance you created did not only affect our plane of existence.”
I don’t understand. “How could I affect another plane of existence while in this one? They should have been safe, shouldn’t they?”
Mom does answers
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