Leila
My daughter. My poor confused adolescent daughter. She had started to gain the powers of the curse that was placed upon the generation of women in my family line. She just needed to know how to hone them and use them to her advantage and then she would be fine. I had my mother to teach me and her mother taught her, but I had left my daughter alone with a human father who had apparently left her for dead. How could I have been so wrong to have misjudged his abilities to raise her?
Nonetheless, that time had passed and she had survived. Now it was my turn to teach her what I knew. I never intended to be a mother, and at the time, I still didn't. But I did need to give this poor girl something to help continue her on her way - her way away from me - away from Sugarland. This place was mine to rule and mine only. This was my legacy and I would be damned if I let anyone take that from me. I would equip her with the tools she needed to move on and survive wherever she chose fit. Just not here. "Are you focused?" I looked at my doppelganger intently.
"Yes." She held out her hands to summon her power surge.
"You need to draw from the earth..." Nothing happened..."Focus, try harder." My tone was turning bitter. We had the natural gift of power so she obviously wasn't trying hard enough.
"I'm trying." She said sharply as a slight green surge of energy sparked between her hands before fizzling into nothing. She dropped her hands in frustration before lifting them back up and striking a tree with dark energy. She just missed a lone wandering elf, who yelped in fright as the tree turned black where it had been hit.
"Good, good. That's it, use your anger." I coaxed her. If making her angry equaled magic, then I needed to stir her up more. "Prove your father wrong, prove me wrong. Prove that you're not worthless." The words catapulted back at me as I saw her face gawk open in response.
Her hands dropped and she turned to me. Her expression was twisted into a mix of hurt and sadness. Okay. Maybe that was the wrong thing to say. "Show me how you would strike your enemy!" I tried again, but the moment was gone.
"Forget it." She stood and walked off. I growled angrily, hitting a nearby tree with a surge of my own magic, before retreating to my tent.
"Why did you stay there so long if you hated it?" I asked quizzically
"Did I say I hated it?" she almost snapped at me, bringing me out of the illusion that we might actually be bonding. "Well, no... but, I just assumed." I wasn't sure how I saw my mother anymore.
