Fangs and Wands

10. Fulfillment

Two weeks

Two weeks in the company of Night and I'm really starting to feel myself. Like a lost part of me that I've found. The most important part. Now I'm wondering how I ever survived without it.

Night has proven to me that my powerless power was only powerless because I was allowing it to be. The faint echo I previously felt within me is now a full-blown rhythm that is the sole purpose of my existence. The rhythm to which my every movement is collaborated with.

I have grown accustomed to Night's speeches. He loves the sound of his own voice obviously. We practice at Night, because he is more powerful under the moon than the sun. And his days he spends with his Nory. The to of them are this destructive force that I fear if let loose could blow up the whole universe. But I kind of adore them, everyone does. So we just let them be. After he's done being daddy, we're back to the speeches.

"You are the daughter of the most two unlikely gods to ever walk the earth. Henceforth your power is a mystery to all, and a threat to many. You yourself cannot try to take full control of it, lest it ends up taking control of you. Your relationship has to be fifty-fifty and you have to trust each other in every way possible.

Now, close your eyes little goddess, and let your power out. Don't try to feel it, rather let it feel you. Are you worthy to be it's beholder. After you have bonded with it, no-one may try to steal it and succeed unless you willingly give it away. In which case you will die.

Your veins shine blue now because your strength is the water. You have the power to control all four elements of the world but your strength is the pure waters than run serenely and flow innocently in almost everything on this earth."

I have realized that Night does not like using his feet. He glides over dark clouds or they form under his feet as he steps over them. It makes him look more powerful than the rest of us mere mortals on the ground. That's probably the reason why he does it.

Whatever we are doing, Cat is always there. Bringing refreshments, cheering me on, making sure Night doesn't overwork me. Her presence doesn't repulse me or irritate me in the least. I have grown used to it and I kind of miss her whenever she's not around. A few people assume we are now lesbians, we don't deny. It's better to have them thinking that than knowing the truth. I think she has finally forgotten about Dominic.

Dominic.

I groan as I rest my tired limbs on the bed. We don't do much physical exercises because he declares my power is spiritual. But still he prefers the exercises to be done somewhere in the woods and lots of walking to be done. We never go anywhere near the barrier but I'm pretty sure I walk a few miles a day. Ok, maybe I'm just exaggerating but I'm so tired. Thinking about Dominic makes it worse.

I haven't seen him in these two weeks.

Ok, that's a terrible lie. Dominick might not have shown himself in the past fortnight but I did go to him. About five times. The embarrassment makes me squirm.

We've been working on my teleport and every time Night tells me to teleport somewhere, I always end up wherever Dominic is. The trick is to imagine a place, imagine my surroundings changing into that place and they do. Into Dominic's room.

The first time I ended up in his room I had imagined my own. I opened my eyes to find the lighting a lot darker than I had expected, and there he was, sitting in a dark couch, holding a beer bottle in his hand looking at me grimly. I tried so hard to imagine my own room but every time I opened my eyes, they collided with his. He never tried to get to me though, just stared at me and making me uncomfortable until finally I imagined the woods and ended up in front of a very disappointed Night.