Aiden just looked at the girl, an unenthusiastic look on his face. “You said you wanted to learn control, right?” He questioned, the water stirring around their feet as he spoke. “You have to lose control before you can find it,” he continued, and in just a matter of seconds a huge wave stood over them, seemingly frozen in time.
He looked up at the wave for a minute before looking back at the girl. “This is control. Taking massive amounts of raw power and being able to bend them to your will, to make them stop on a dime.” He allowed the water to fall back away from them, just a few splashes hitting he two. “Now show me everything you’ve got. Get angry and let yourself lose control.”
❛Well, yeah…❜ Freya answered, not quite seeing where the enthusiastic male was going with things. Once again, the water moved around her feet and Freya readied herself as best as she could, expecting another crash of a powerful wave any moment. What came instead was the wave almost offering them shelter, the water still running as it naturally would but without a drop touching them. She stared up at it as Aiden spoke. Lose control? Well, if anything, Freya was pretty sure she was a professional at losing control; it’s all she ever seemed to do anyway. Get angry. It seemed so odd, especially when she fought every magical impulse she had ever had because she lacked the control others possessed. She stared at him, unwilling for a few long moments before taking a breath and closing her eyes.
The brunette started remembering her life, the wrongs that had been done to her. She started with the way her parents would allow their anger to engulf at each other everything, how for six years of her life, she had been little more than a weapon to them. Then, came the fire that took away her home, her parents and her birthright, moved onto the humans and the countless orphanages, to the attacks where she had physically fought for her life and then onto the things she had learned recently. The fact that the way she had been raised was no longer a way of life for the witches and warlocks of Paris, the fact she had fought so hard to get here, to get back to the few faces she remembered to find that everything had changed; Beatrice had changed, Hannah had changed and then, she fixed on her newly learnt details of Poppy’s death. Pain, grief and anger welled up inside her the more she focused on these things and it kept pushing.
When Freya opened her eyes, a wave of unbearable heat flushed through the area surrounding them. Her dark orbs shimmered with her emotions, seemingly turning them a darker shade as several spots of sand went up in angry, hungry flames that roared of their own accord as they grew higher and higher. The female shook from top to toe, hands clenched into fists, jaw tight, nostrils flared. Burn them all, some dark thought whispered, they deserve to burn. Freya knew what those thoughts meant, they were typically a sign she had let herself go too far, that it was time to reign it in otherwise, she might lose herself to the flame’s will but he had asked for a lack of control and she was showing him it, throwing the full extent of her magic out, her veins licked by the fire, her body humming with the electricity of it all. The flames spread now, all around them in one circle, even seeming to settle somehow on the waters edge and they were insatiable.
