The Power I Have That You Hold
This is a sequel (or prequel) to The Powers We Have; you don't have to read that one first, but if you wanna know what happened near the end, I would suggest checking it out (this will make a lot more sense when the story's completed)
WARNING: this story includes character death, trauma, mentions of blood and self-harm, and mild cursing. If any of that bothers you, feel free to click off
"So what's your story?" Grian asked me as we walked into my house.
"Ooooo." Scar messed with an hourglass on my table by spinning it around.
"Scar, don't touch that." I said sternly and Scar grumbled.
"Martyn? Why aren't you answering?"
"Did you ask if you wanted water?" I asked, and Grian rolled his eyes.
"I asked if you could tell us your story."
"Yeah, what happened with you and Scott? And Canon?" Scar asked.
I sighed and sat on the counter.
"You wanna know what happened?" I asked and the two guys nodded.
"Well get comfortable, it's gonna be a long story."
(Cover art is not mine)
This work belongs to me, @Seth189. I reserve the rights to this work and please do not repost it. It takes me a long time to come up with this stuff and it would be better to write your own work!!
If you see this story on any other site besides Wattpad, it is not mine.
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