Unknown Happen Stance

Chapter 37: Magic Meditations

Mal and Jane arrived in a quiet, softly lit room. The atmosphere felt charged with possibilities, and Fauna sat before them, her calm presence grounding.

"Mal," Fauna began, her voice soothing, "do not treat your fire powers as an enemy. Their ashes, once their embers go out, renew the strength of the trees of the forest. Even your mother understood this. Close your eyes, delve deep into your mind, and find your inner dragon who wants to be your friend."

Mal took a moment to process Fauna's words. From a young age, she had been conditioned to view her powers as something dark, a reflection of the legacy of her mother, Maleficent. She often felt the weight of expectations pressing down on her, as if every flicker of flame might unleash chaos. But here, in this serene space, she wanted to change that perception.

"Visualize your powers," Fauna encouraged, "not as a force of destruction, but as a source of creation and warmth. Let them spark; try making them circle slowly in a swelling fire around you."

Mal sat down cross-legged, facing Fauna, her heart racing with a mix of apprehension and hope. Jane joined her on the floor, placing a comforting hand on Mal's shoulder. "You've got this, Mal," Jane said, her voice filled with encouragement. "You won't hurt anyone."

Realizing this was her moment, Mal closed her eyes and focused inward, breathing deeply. "Green flame power in my hand, spark and ignite," she recited softly, her voice steadying her nerves. "This isn't about evil or darkness; it's about who I choose to be."

As her breathing deepened, she envisioned her powers swirling around her heart, breathing life into her spirit instead of fear. She began to recall the warmth of fireside gatherings, stories shared in light, and even how the flames had saved her friends in tough situations. Memories flooded her mind:

The fire that illuminated her path when she felt lost. 
The flames that danced in delight at victory, not despair. 
The warmth that brought together friends on cold nights, casting shadows of joy, not fear.*

"Why do I perceive my magic as a threat?" she pondered, battling the curl of doubt in her mind. "Flames can bring light as much as they can destroy."

Then, she thought of her inner dragon, Pyronyx.
"Pyronyx," She imagined, "you're not a monster; you're a friend. You help me express who I am."

As she visualized Pyronyx circling around her, the dragon began to shimmer in green hues, warm and inviting. It didn't roar menacingly; instead, it coiled gracefully, a creature of beauty ready to lift her spirit rather than weigh her down. The more she embraced the idea of her powers as a friend, the lighter she felt.

Fauna smiled encouragingly, sensing the transformation within Mal. "Let go of associating your flames with malice. Your power can heal, uplift, and inspire. Remember, you have control. Embrace it."

With renewed determination, Mal concentrated. "Green flame power in my hand, spark and ignite, 
Embrace my inner dragon, let us unite. 
For when I see kindness in every breath, 
My flames ignite both courage and depth."

The green flames began to swirl gently in the air, forming a soft ribbon of light just inches before her eyes, reflecting the strength of her intentions. She felt the warmth radiating outward, not as a force of destruction but as a gentle glow that filled the room with comfort and hope.

"Like a river flowing, so gracefully bright, 
I'll wield my magic, embracing the light." 

As the flames danced around her, Mal realized her power was not to be feared but celebrated. They could symbolize rebirth and renewal, shaped by the choices she made—a testament to her journey toward becoming a queen who could nurture rather than destroy.