I'm… I think I'm ready to go back," I lied. "Any chance you're worried enough to let me stay home another day?" I asked, trying to make it sound like a joke and not a fervent wish.ĭad smiled wanly. Not using it though, was driving me crazy.
It was the most convoluted power I'd ever heard of, and I was afraid of using it. I contemplated just telling my dad everything for a few painful moments before deciding not to. The past few days have been some of the most peaceful we've had, but it's like a calm before the storm. "That attack on the rig has everyone on edge. To be honest, I wasn't even sure why I wanted to. One day and I'm already failing on my running." It sucks going back after such a long break. My shower had not awakened me as much as I might've preferred. "You're up late," Dad commented, shocking me out of my musing as I blearily made my way out of the bathroom. People didn't live in these places and likely never would. The images I got always seemed to be completely isolated. One area of the planet that I could bring under my control. Of course, there always seemed to be at least one land. I liked days when I didn't draw red powers. Any time I wished, I could pull from the mountain, and use the energy to power the 'red' abilities I had. It hadn't faded even though almost a week had gone by since then. I shuddered at the panic my power might cause if one of my lands were a city. My only solace was that it had been unpopulated. The mountainous 'land' from my ever-refreshing rolodex of powers had been very real. I'd thought I was imagining the little mountain. Meanwhile, on the other side of the world I was a gibbering mess, wracked with horror and guilt at the thought that I'd accidentally hurt or even killed someone. The light returned and the mountain seemed just fine as if nothing had happened there. I hadn't even noticed when Peaky reappeared in my mind. Twenty minutes later I was still shaking in terror from what I'd done. I didn't even have a split second to think about what I'd done before a massive lightning bolt had struck out of a clear sky and shattered the barrier guarding the protectorate rig. The sun faded to pitch blackness and I lost my awareness of the entire mountain. mana? The reaction was immediate and terrifying.
I'd honestly been half certain I was insane. I'd done so almost immediately in a fit of childish glee. Upon activating it, I knew I could draw strength from it. I suspected it was somewhere in the Himalayas. The moment I'd activated it I gained complete and utter omniscience in a mountainous area several thousand miles away from me. The very first one I'd used was an image of a mountain somewhere. If I waited long enough they would refresh themselves, but as far as I could tell I never had more than seven at once. I gave a small, grim smile as I looked in on the mountain I had tentatively named "Peaky." The problem was, paying the cost in and of itself was terrifying. My powers all had these costs attached to them. In fact, I hadn't really had a day go well since I'd gotten this power. Too annoyed to even look at any of the further abilities, I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. What the hell is Reach? What the hell is Totem Armor!?
I hate my power.Įnchanted Creature gets +1/+1 and has Reach. Worse still, I have no idea what the hell Scry is. Scry 1.Īnd my very first ability of the morning can literally kill all of the people. My eye twitched as I read the very first in the list of powers that I could access.Īll creatures get -2/-2 until end of turn. It seemed I'd drawn an assortment of black and green colored abilities today. "Lets see," I murmured to to the air above my bed. I sighed, still feeling afraid of the things I knew I could do, but dared not to. Categorizations like color, class, and power, toughness, and a few words. Everyone I saw seemed to have some sort of little line that described them. Wasn't that all sorts of fucking depressing? That was all my Dad was? A broken soul waiting to be fixed? But ever the broken can be mended," - Serra " The crushing weight of loss and responsibility can break even the bravest of souls. More like a feeling, a conveyance of words that described his very being in one short line. It wasn't written in any text I was familiar with.
My eye twitched as I saw it and wondered, for the thousandth time, what the fucking hell it meant. His cost was a burny symbol that I usually saw around most Red people.
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