Taehyung, October 13, 1985, Royal Palace of Azura
A guard in a uniform rushes up to me with urgency, swiftly moving to unlock the handcuffs binding my wrists. Unlike Jimin, the guard's demeanor exudes fear as he hesitantly glances at me. Feeling a mix of emotions, I observe him quickly retreating back to his position. In that moment, I feel the urge to call out to him, desperately wanting to assure him that I pose no threat to him or anyone else. Despite these thoughts flooding my mind, I choose to remain silent, keeping my words unspoken.
The King has vanished somewhere, leaving me standing here, thinking about what I should do. My body feels so relaxed without the heavy weight of the chains and cuffs weighing me down, burying my powers.
"What are you waiting for?" I hear a familiar voice ask, echoing through the vast arena. Intrigued, I scan the surroundings, searching for the origin of the voice, but the empty expanse offers no clues.
"What—What am I supposed to do?" I question.
Jungkook drawls, his tone a mix of curiosity and challenge. "Your powers, Taehyung," he says slowly. "Why don't you show me what you're capable of? I'm eager to witness your abilities in action for myself."
Hesitating momentarily, I slowly lift my hand up and summon forth a powerful surge of icy energy that surges through me, emerging as a torrent of frost that dances through the air. The frigid icicles, a creation of my unique gift, seem to pause mid-air, glistening in the ambient light before my commanding will guides them towards the solid concrete barrier. Unlike ordinary ice, which would shatter upon impact, my creation possesses an otherworldly resilience, remaining unyielding as it meets the unyielding wall. My ice is unbreakable and only I could break it, if I'd want.
The icicles, shimmering in the sunlight, gradually embed themselves into the concrete wall, their weight causing long cracks to spiderweb across the weathered surface.
I hear a hum from where-ever Jungkook is located.
"Hmm." I hear him mutter. "What else?"
I methodically close my eyes within the arena, combing my mind for any sign of a water source, eventually tuning into the presence of a solitary glass of water. As I stir awake and unlock my vision, a mesmerizing spectacle unfolds before me - a shimmering droplet suspended in mid-air, a crystalline hint of what's to come. With a simple twist of my palm, the singular droplet blossoms into a myriad of liquid pearls, an ebullient cascade erupting at my command. Crafting a delicate ripple in the air, I gradually coax it into a spiraling waterspout, akin to a miniature tempest swirling with newfound life and vigor. Time seems to unravel as the water dances in fervent motion, emulating the force of a majestic tornado but with a grace all its own. After a fleeting enchantment, I gracefully guide the water back to its origin, a placid conclusion to my aqueous display, now imbued with a whimsical charm that renders it unfit for consumption.
"Good." Jungkook exclaims. "Can you breath underwater?"
"I uh haven't tried that ever." I reply.
"Noted. I'll arrange something soon so we can find out." Jungkook says. "Next one."
Water and nature are the two I can't form by myself. I need a source for them. Ice and fire I can form.
Just like the icicle, a tiny flame hovers delicately over my outstretched palm, flickering with mesmerizing allure. With a subtle movement of my fingertips, it dissipates momentarily before igniting into a radiant sphere of flames. Effortlessly, I propel the fiery orb skyward, treating it as casually as a plaything. Yet, unlike any ordinary toy, its destructive potential looms ominously, a reminder of the power held within my grasp.
As the fiery ball hurtles towards the wall with frightening speed, it crashes through the solid surface, leaving behind a gaping hole that seems to defy all logic.
I wince.
"Wow." I hear The King mutter. "And then your last one."
I don't even bother to wonder why he knows I have several abilities.
Lucky for me, as my gaze sweeps sideways across the arena, a vividly green vine intricately outlines the perimeter, providing me with a stroke of fortune that prevents me from having to search far and wide. With a graceful flick of my hand, I coax the vine from its place, a tangible demonstration of the unique power that resides within me. This ability to manipulate and command the vines, as well as any other plant for that matter, proves to be a remarkable asset, allowing me to effortlessly mold the pliant vegetation to serve my immediate purposes.
Watching with a sense of quiet satisfaction, I skillfully transform the sinuous vines into a makeshift chair, and without hesitation, lower myself onto it. As if responding to an unspoken command, the verdant plant then gently rises into the air, bearing me aloft as I watch the ground receding below with a mixture of awe and reluctance. However, the fleeting joy of this moment swiftly gives way to a furrowed brow when I remember whom I'm doing this for. Hastily, I guide the hovering vines back to solid ground, resolving to resume the task at hand with unwavering determination.
"Is that all?" I hear him ask. I fight the urge to roll my eyes.
"Yes." I frowned.
Jungkook murmurs, "Excellent. A conversation regarding your instruction will ensue at a later time. Escort him away, guards."
The guards, with their stern faces and rough hands, come forward slowly and methodically. Silently, they approach me, wrapping the silk blindfold tightly around my eyes and securing the cold metal cuffs around my wrists with a resounding click. As the world plunges back into darkness, a feeling of helplessness washes over me once more, overpowering any flicker of hope. With a firm grip, the guards escort me back to the desolate confines of my prison cell, their silent footsteps echoing through the corridor like a haunting lullaby of captivity.
After a few minutes of silent walking, the blindfold is removed and I'm back at the cell. The handcuffs are replaced by the chains and I let out a small groan.
The guards lock the gate, leaving me be. I settle back onto the cot, leaning my head back.
It felt so good to use my powers today. After being held back from them for a few days, the feelings of using them was so satisfying. They're a part of me, just like any-other body part. If I don't use them, it physically hurts me.
A small part of me was grateful. I found solace in the fact that, despite Jungkook's motives being self-serving, the freedom he granted me to wield my powers without inhibition or ridicule instilled a sense of contentment within me. It was a rare moment of acknowledgement and acceptance that allowed me to revel in the simple pleasure of being able to express my abilities without fear of reproach.
I shudder.
Did I just say I'm grateful to Jungkook?
Not a few days with him, and I'm already worshiping him.
God, what is wrong with me?
I hate him. The intensity of my dislike for him is so overwhelming that I find myself contemplating the possibility of taking his life one day.
If I ever got the chance, I will kill him.
And I know I will get a chance.
I just need a plan.
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