Fallen Stars

Chapter 8

CATHERA

Tygron had no clues of what happened to me last night. For the first time that I kept a secret from him, I was good at pretending.

He had no idea that I didn't have much trouble starting the fire for the first time. I almost got myself into an accident because of it.

Flashback

I woke up from a short nap when the sun still hasn't risen because I can't sleep well. The accident last night still troubles me.

I looked at my hands right after I sat on the bedside. What on earth is this? Witchcraft? Powers? Why do I have this? Where did I get this from?

I tried to use my powers to see how it works. I held out my hand forward and forced my palm, even just a little, to emit fire. Unfortunately, nothing came out of it.

I looked at my palms again. It reminds me of last night.

I stretched my hands out again and closed my eyes. "I hope that'll do."

I took a deep breath at first. Focused and everything again became slow. And I collected every force I had in my body before straining it out of my hands.

Finally, I made my strongest force in my hand. I was groaning and exclaiming to emit it, like forcing myself to excrete. Still, nothing came but a fart. I felt embarrassed even though no one was around to look at me.

I looked at it and then flashbacks of last night's event terrified me.

I just gave up for the moment and stood up, heading down to the kitchen. Even the horizon's still dark blue.

I should be cooking already.

I stood facing the counter, with the stove in front of me. I have to cook already.

Now my trouble's in the cooking. I still can't get the hang of putting up the fire. Like always, it takes me about an hour to strike the flint spark on the fuel.

Looking down, thinking how to start the fire, the memory came back to me.

Serato was burning, I was stretching my hands toward him, and the room was lighting up.

I shook my head trying to forget it and along with it, I slammed my hands on the counter. Why is this happening?

In surprise, when I slammed my hands on the counter I suddenly felt a cold rush and everything felt slow again while sparkling fire came out of my hands splashing around it and reached the hay below the pot stove and burned.

Even surprised, I felt relieved somehow about an idea sparking in my head.

Then, it came to me. A theory. Maybe if I felt a cold wave rush then that's how it works or maybe it is connected to my emotions.

So, I tried again. I took a deep breath and faced my palm against the dried hay on the stove. Slowly, I manually tried to make a wave rush through my veins. I was struggling to do it and it also hurt. I successfully managed to make my veins have chills, proving my theory.

Waves of chills traveled around my body and along with it, it was like a light traveling through my veins. It hurts to use but I continued. Along with the waves of chills were pulsing headaches that irritated my nape.