Reverie ᡣ𐭩 [Five Hargreeves]

十二

Y/n's past:

Y/N was only six years old when it happened-the day she first truly understood the weight of her abilities. It had been a bitterly cold winter morning, and she had been summoned by Reginald Hargreeves. The towering figure loomed over her, his sharp gaze dissecting her every move.

"You're late," Reginald stated, his voice devoid of warmth or affection, more a command than an observation. He stood at the far end of the grand training room, its vastness making her feel even smaller, more isolated.

Y/N shifted nervously, tugging at the hem of her sweater as she approached him. She had always been different, but the way Reginald looked at her made her feel like a specimen, something to be studied and controlled. She didn't like it, but she had no choice. He had made that clear from the very beginning.

"You know why you're here, don't you?" Reginald continued, his cold eyes narrowing as he gestured to a block of ice in the center of the room. "It's time to train your powers."

Y/N swallowed hard, her breath visible in the icy air. She didn't want to use her powers, not again. The last time, she had hurt someone. She hadn't meant to, of course-her emotions had taken over, and suddenly, the room was filled with a blinding light, crackling with electricity. Her hands had been burning cold, frost creeping along the walls, and she couldn't stop it.

The memory of that day haunted her still. She had cried for hours afterward, but Reginald had no patience for tears.

"Do not fear your power. Control it. Or it will control you," Reginald had said that day, his words lingering in her mind ever since.

Now, standing before him once again, Y/N could feel the pressure mounting. Her powers simmered beneath the surface, ice and electricity warring within her. It was as if her emotions-fear, anxiety, and anger-fed them, making it harder to keep them in check.

"Begin," Reginald commanded, his tone sharp.

Y/N stared at the ice block, willing herself to focus. Her small hands trembled as she raised them, a spark of electricity flickering at her fingertips. She winced, trying to rein it in, but her control was trying it's best. She was still just a kid.

"Concentrate!" Reginald barked, his voice booming in the cavernous space. "You are stronger than this!"

Her chest tightened with fear. The room felt colder, the frost crawling up the walls again. The crackling of electricity grew louder in her ears, and she could feel it building, pushing to escape. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them back. She couldn't cry. She couldn't let Reginald see her weakness.

With a frustrated shout, Y/N thrust her hands forward, sending a jagged bolt of electricity across the room. It struck the ice block, but instead of a controlled burst, the energy exploded outward. Shards of ice flew in every direction, the temperature in the room dropping rapidly as frost formed on the floors and ceiling.