A Court of Heritance and Destiny

Chapter 11 Vega

They had looked for her, they had tried to stop all of this from happening. Now she needed to do what she could to be better, to deserve that help. To deserve the name they had given her.

Vega... It didn't feel right, but neither did Freya anymore. She heard Orion say it, how the name became so stiff and forced from his lips. The same lips that all too often took her attention.

When they sat on the sofa, talking, when he helped her in training... She closed her eyes, trying to focus as she did the different exercises. Orion had left her alone as she trained, her task was simple, once again it was to weave tendrils of her power between the logs in different ways. It became easier day by day, even if it was tiring. But now it was in a different way.

Before she needed to drag something up, work to even get the powers to show, now she needed to hold it back, so it didn't escape her control. She started to call the sand back after yet another session, trying to do it with as much control as she could muster. Behind her a flock of birds took off, disturbing her. The sand snapped back to her palm, almost hitting her in the process.

"Shit..." She hissed and examined her hand for injuries. Her skin was a bit red, but other than that nothing. Vega let out a breath and tried to return to her task. "Move it in between the trees, without touching them..." She repeated Orion's instructions, lifting her hand to guide the start. The sand appeared again, the sight had gone from frightening to comforting. It had started to become a part of her, more so than a name.

At the same time, names are important. It is the names that history remembers, and to be forgotten to time and having ones name erased from memory is what truly kills you. Fate creates a path, one that hopefully gives one a name others will remember. And Freya... Freya was not that girl. Her fate would have been a nameless, faceless lady in spring. Maybe mentioned as a wife or mother-

The logs before her disappeared into sand clouds. Making the frosty ground darken as it spread out.

"Damn it." She lowered her hand again, trying to clear her mind before trying to put the logs back together. An ability Orion claimed came with her powers. But the sand only came to her, moved around her like a cloud. "Just do as I say." She hissed, trying to force that sand back, but it moved around her more, playing with her clothes, and the shawl on her head. "No!" Vega called out. Grabbing at the fabric. The sand froze around her, hovering there as she calmed down.

"What a show." Came from behind her, "Try again, without talking to it like a dog." Orion continued.

"If it helps." Vega said back, trying to sound unbothered. "How long have you been watching?"

"Not long." He came closer, his warm body coming up behind her. "Try again." She lifted her hand, but this time Orion placed his on her arm, forcing it back down. "Without using your hand."

"You don't do that." She said back, noticing his breathing near her ear, the sensation made her spine shiver.

"Yes I do..." He said, and just like that Darkness emerges around them, weaving between the trees. "And so can you." She didn't respond as she tried to will her sand into moving again, to form the logs it had destroyed before. Nothing happened. It was not that her magic wasn't there, it just didn't do what she wanted it to do. It swirled and danced, making some of the frost follow it up in the air. She let out a breath and stopped trying.

"It is not working." She put an end to the attempt. The sand faded out, leaving the air around them. "I don't know how to do it."

"I think you do."

"Then you are thinking wrong." Vega snapped, taking a step away from him. "It is impossible."

"Sure?" Orion smirked, and Vega was sure that she was going to scream.