I took someone's life. I kneeled in the middle of the scorched area that is wider than the one from lightning bolt before. I rested my hands on my thighs but held them palms up. They are totally clean. No burns, no scorch marks and no blood. There is no blood on them but I killed someone, with these hands. I couldn't shake the feeling of dirt staining my hands. I tried to wipe and scratch the skin to clean it but it was pointless. Sobs escaped my throat and my eyes got filled with tears which fell down to my mouth, turning the taste salty. The whole world sounded muffled up to the point I couldn't even hear my breaths that got harder with each inhale. I wanted to take a breath but my lungs just wouldn't expand to take in the air. Through the muffled sounds of someone talking, or more like yelling something, the only one I could hear clearly is the beating of my heart that's racing at a dangerous pace.
My hands wouldn't stop shaking and even the hug of someone didn't help it. I was sweating from the heat but at the same time, my body was running with chills. Then someone twisted me around and cupped my cheeks. It is hard to see who it is through the watery vision, but the silhouette of a huge male body with addition of red hair and a familiar scent told me everything. Draco is trying to talk to me and calm me down, but my only thought is to ask him to somehow turn back time, to save Ms. Edite.
A loud noise filled my mind but soon after, everything went completely silent. I couldn't catch my breath properly but when something has been lifted from me or taken away, I could exhale again. All I heard or more like felt it inside my body, was this whoosh mixed with ringing and then...nothing. It feels like my body weights the same as a single feather, like I could get carried away by the wind in any moment, but I am still teathered to the mat in the combat grounds in Dracon's embrace. This feeling is so liberating and I don't know what it is, but I don't want it to end. I let my head drop back and I looked at the ceiling for a little bit before closing my eyes and enjoying this silence I can feel. It didn't last long because Draco moved my head down. I opened my eyes after he brushed the tears away with his thumbs and kept his caloused palms on my cheeks, moving out of my vision a little bit to show me something in the distance.
When my gaze landed on a female figure standing up while brushing off her brown late-victorian dress, the rapid beating of my heart calmed down and I just let go of holding my body up straight. My back hit the scorched mat and I didn't care that my clothes will get dirty. Lifting my arms, I press both of my palms over my face and let myself cry from relief, not caring if someone will see or hear me. I was so glad to see her and then also hear her voice.
Ms. Edite: I guess your power range is bigger than what we calculated based on your Overflow release. For your next evaluation, we will accustom the testing grounds to your needs.
Me: Next evaluation?
I could barely reply through the sobs. I thought we are done with all these tests, I wanted to be done. I moved stuff around, I even got a blast out of me. Before I could object to using that enormous dangerous power again for more tests, Ms. Edite instructed me to drink some water and wait for her while she goes to get Professor Radock.
I couldn't drink even if I was parched because I felt so sick to my stomach, barely made it towards the bench. I sat with my head in between my thighs and tried not to hurl. Draco sat next to me, patting my back but he didn't try to pry into what happened. Calming down myself with slow and heavy breaths, I waited until the teachers returned. Professor Radock noticed Draco first and asked what he is doing here with a slight confusion in his voice. I heard Ms. Edite whisper something, probably explaining what happened and Professor Radock only thanked Draco. I know what happened with the lightning and all, but I had no idea how or why Draco is here.
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Descendants of Magic
FantasyHave you ever thought when you were little that you could have magical powers? Maybe you did but then you grew up and you forgot about it. But what if I told you that there are people with these special gifts? They could be you, or me, or your class...