Mages choose the source of their power. Most pick thing like fire, or love, or justice. You picked sarcasm.
"In the power of love," Nia said ," I follow ." She held her hands up to the sky andglowded as the power of love flowed through her.
The same happen to Nox who picked the shadows to be apart of his power, Rey was fire, Sicily was justice.
When it was my turn I slowly made my way up to the podium to choose my power.
I stood watching everyone. All eyes were on me.
I raised my hands and shouted, " I choose sarcasm to be my power. "
Everyone gasped. In all the years no one asked for this power. And everyone was sorely afraid.
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The Writing Prompt Challenge
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