When I Became
“First, there must always be magic,” she said.
She glowed in concentration as she held my hand. Her power searched through me for whatever power of mine lay dormant. I hadn't believed when she told me I had something, but she'd since taught me trust.
Then came the moment I became something else, something new. It was so distinct. It felt like both a tearing and an awakening. It was only then I realized I wasn't ready.
It terrified me.
She recoiled. So I was powerful, then.
Since I could, I rose into the air and decided to take everything.