Hallor Chronicles

CHAPTER X . - THE INFINITE PATH AND MASTERING OF SKILLS

If anyone can hold a grudge against me, I would bet on Queen Yvette. That's why it got me by surprise to hear that the one who wants me gone is another older brother, Kalai. Would have never guessed that. Wait! He wanted me gone or...?

Woreus: the only thing Kalai wants is power... and the throne. To get it, he needs to transfer your powers into him.

Me: You transformed already?

Woreus: Easier out here.

I want to hear more, even if it's bad. They are still a part of my family, thing I've always wanted. With Kalai, the family reunions or Thanksgivings must be fun, if there is even such thing in Viysus. But all of that I can learn later. Right now, I let Woreus roam in the garden while I decided to practice electrokinesis.

Ms. Do'or is still cooped up in the study, so I am left on my own. The only training I can do is to try and turn myself into a remote controller. It is such a trivial thing, and it's not like I really need to learn it since remotes already exist, but this small use of magic reminds me that not all of my powers are deadly.

This using of power doesn't require that much energy, but it seems more complicated than just blast lightning. All I managed to do is summon electricity around my arms and make everything electrical go haywire. Lights flickered, TV turned on and off, and I am pretty sure I turned on the vacuum cleaner in the closet.

Ms. Do'or ran out of her study and came directly into the living room, panic written all over her face as she asked me if I am alright. Apologizing for startling her, I then explain what happened or what I intended to do. Ms. Do'or started to laugh, but I didn't mind. I joined her, and we would have giggled the whole day, if we weren't interrupted by a sudden banging noise.

By listening where the noise is coming from, we tracked it to the kitchen. Whole floor is flooded because I also turned on the dishwasher. Walking through the disaster, drenching my socks and bottoms of the pants in the process, I run to go and turn it off. Before I could press the switch, the dishwasher stopped shaking and turned off on itself. Or at least I thought, but turning back, I see Ms. Do'or channeling electricity, pointing at the machine and then simply putting them down. She takes a few steps so that she is ablet o lean against the door frame.

Ms. Do'or: Good to see you feel better and you are not afraid to use your powers anymore, but it would be better to turn these on when we need to.

Me: I am so sorry, I didn't mena to.

Ms. Do'or: I know. Just teasing. If you want any help with training, you can always ask me.

Simply nodding, I take the offer and swiftly go grab a mop to clean the floor. Ms. Do'or said she will do it, but it's my mess, so I kept cleaning. She stayed with me in the kitchen though, and we kept talking about mundane things.

Me: Why do you even have all of these machines? Can't you just use spells to clean up?

Ms. Do'or: I can. But magic isn't an answer to everything. Sometimes I like to get my hands dirty, to remind myself I am mortal too, even if I can do some stuff. But I do use magic... when I am lazy to do it by hands.

Ms. Do'or winked at me. I got lost in her eyes for a little bit, not realizing at first she used a spell to dry the floor. Even though I wanted to clean it by myself, I am kinda glad she did, because there seemed to be no end to the flood.

After almost destroying the kitchen, I left the practice for later. Instead I chose another one, even though I consider this one more like a torture and not training. Finally having the energy to focus on the steps, I place the phone on the table and rewatch the video of Skylar dancing. Realizing I forgot some of the starting steps, so I play it one more time but on half speed. Holding the phone in hands, I try to spark the muscle memory of the dance while I am stumbling around the living room.