She gasped and clawed at the grass as the ground started to close up, trapping her. She called for her power, to force air down around herself, to push the dirt back. But the dirt kept coming, trapping her. She screamed with a terror she had never felt before as panic gripped her heart.
Read MoreWhile she sat and read everything she could find, the air swirled softly around her, almost a caress. It relaxed her and excited her all at once. Setting her laptop next to her on the couch, Krista stood, holding her arms out to her sides. The air moved faster, circling and spinning over her skin, but leaving the room undisturbed.
Read MoreHer magic was failing her even though, deep down, she knew it wasn’t true. It had always been savage and untethered, much like the wild wind flying around her. The harder she fought for control, the worse it got, but she refused to give up. The magic would be hers to control. She would not let it control her. And she definitely wouldn’t let someone else’s magic have power over her.
Read MoreI curled up on the cushions in front of the steerage. Even in the lockdown, the music of the city rang true, and I could feel the magic drawing me forward. I knew, intrinsically, that I had made the right decision in coming to New Orleans, even if the city was not my favourite place. I closed my eyes, wrapped myself around the pillows like a tiny dragon clutching her hoard, and fell asleep.
Read MoreHolding her hand out in front of her, she stared at it in amazement. She could feel a small vortex forming over her outstretched hand. Taking on a life of its own, it quickly grew in size and strength until Krista found herself standing at the center of a small tornado. She was the eye of her own storm.
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