Join Aerilyn throughout the seasons where she begins to question. Who is she really? A true wielder of the power or just a power holder? Is she truly who she thinks she is? And who is the mysterious entity that has taken an interest to her?
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As they approached Sibylla's cave to break the 'good' news to the wizards, Aerilyn couldn't help but feel nervous. After everything that had happened in that dimension, after what Isis implied, she felt even more clueless than before. Even worse so, her powers had been reacting erratically at occasions as a result of her stress. Unexpected gushes of winds would frequently hit them, tornadoes appearing briefly before dispersing a few moments after.
"Don't sweat it Aeri, it isn't your fault. You're just stressed about what's happening, it's normal for your powers to reflect your feelings..." Aisha would say to comfort her - though it did little to calm her turmoilus thoughts. They were soon welcomed in by the rustic fairies, who led them to the spot they'd be meeting up with the wizards to transport them to face Morgana. Nebula had cautioned them as Morgana was still not so accepting to the whole wizards being trialled fairly and the humans not being evil.
"Deep in thought are we?" Unaware of the fact that they arrived, she was unexpectedly snapped out of her thoughts by the familiar voice. Ogron looked down at her with a smirk - expecting her to retort but was shocked when she remained silent. "Quiet are we? I must say, this is concerning to say the least...are you okay?" He asked, she regarded him with a cold shoulder, moving away from him.
"I suggest you leave her be, she's going through a lot and the last thing she needs is you teasing her." Stella said sharply, before moving over to comfort her.
"Seems like the air fairy is mentally weak, it'll make our plans easier, right Ogron?" Anagan said in a hushed whisper. But Ogron's gaze remained glued to the back of Aerilyn's back, an indescribable emotion passing through his face.
"Yes...it will benefit our plans. The girl can hear meters away, but in this state she can't even hear the people in front of her..." He muttered. "She shouldn't feel like this." A flicker of confusion crossed Anagan's and Gantlos' face.
"Uh, Ogron? Are you okay? You've been acting weird ever since Aerilyn came in here." Gantlos said, earning a sharp glare from him.
"I'm fine! Just stick to the plan and everything will be fine."
Duman groaned and shuddered as he tossed and turned on the bed, the fairies pressing a cold compress on his face to soothe him. Aerilyn watched him with a slight tinge of sympathy, to her dismay. "He isn't getting better, nothing the fairies do can save him." He muttered next to her. She slumped her shoulders.
"I wish I could help but..." She looked down at her shaking hands and clenched them. "My powers are so volatile now...I-I could kill him. I-I could..." Flashes of Diablous entered her mind, his dead body as she cradled him. She gasped and stepped back. The others looked at her with concern. "I-I'm fine...just...hallucinating."
Ogron frowned as he took in her pained look. "That's fine, I know some healing techniques that can help..." His eyes drifted to the black circle on her finger. "No spells or magic required." Her friends immediately protested at the idea, but with her desperately wanting anything to help soothe her mind - she took whatever help she could get.
