The Beginning

Chapter Three

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This power. It is too strong for me to handle. I think as the seismic wave sends the glass from the doors flying, throwing back Prince Ignatius and several of the princesses.

Princes Meredith is somehow still on her feet, as am I. There are several deep wounds on her arms, soaking through the fabric. I can tell that she is using all her strength to remain upright. She looks at me pleading.

But its too early to reveal that. It looks like I have no choice though, I cannot protect the Prince in my current form. I inhale deeply as I begin to hum, soft yet sharp notes. I can feel a burning sensation trickling down my veins.

I feel it. The force of another wave coming our way. As if this was not enough damage. I raise my hands in the air in front of my body, steadying myself against the upcoming force.

The burning sensation leaks out of my finger tips, producing a vibrant blue hue. I can feel the wave pushing against my fingertips and as it does, I push it backwards.

The wave is sent hurling backwards, from where ever it came from. As it is hurled back so is the damage from the previous wave. I watch as the shards and fragments of glass are smoothly placed where it had been, cracks unseen.The broken vases and cracked walls are restored in an instance.

But whatever it is,isn't over yet. I can feel it. This nagging at my conscious. I step backwards, closer to the Prince, my hands still outstretched.

A strong gust of wind blows the doors open. This is no ordinary wind. A shrill howl echoes through the palace halls as the wind swirl in one designated spot. A figure materializes out of the wind and amber eyes stare at me.

"Child of Olwen," it whispers audibly. It is utterly sharp as its words pierce through the fear and confusion. The figure stretches out its windy arm towards me. Its amber eyes flicker towards the prince who had somehow gotten back on his feet, his fingers at the hilt of his sword.

"This is not your fight," it whispers into the air. "Flee," it shrieks.

"I refuse," I answer, keeping my voice steady. It looks at me, its amber eyes burning with a fire. Then it all happened so fast even I couldn't stop it. A huge gust of air blew through the palace, swirling around us and shattering all the windows and doors. I had fallen down during the blast but that was not going to stop me. I slammed my fist down into the palace floor. My own blue waves radiating from my body.

At the same time Princess Meredith began to sing. A sweet melody flooding through the chaos. If I had been in my other form it would have lulled me into a dangerous sleep but not now. It fueled my power.

The wispy being shrieked as my waves collided with its body. The shards of glass circled in the air and for a moment time seemed to stop. "You will regret not heeding my warning," it shrieked before dispersing into the air.

I lifted myself slowly to my feet and raised my hands in front of my body. A warmth shot out of my fingertips once more, lifting the debri and fragments into the air. With a gentle push they were back in their places, their cracks and fragments melded with Meredith's melody.

There was a silence as her melody ended in a hum before his Highness spoke. "What was that?" Prince Ignatius demanded. Meredith and I exchanged glances before our eyes rested on him.