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Drip. Drip.
Connor watched beads of his sweat drip onto the broad leaves below him. His breath escaped in a labored gasp and he tried to hold on. Tried to focus. Tried to do whatever he did that day at his old cottage, ashes now. The summer sun felt as if it would catch him on fire.
"Grow," He gritted lowly, barely feeling his nails make tiny crescent cuts in his palms. "Grow, damn you."
That nameless energy, magic. He could feel it seeping into the soles of his boots from the grass. No... lower. From the soil. From the silt. The clay. Whatever lay beneath it.
Connor shook. Clenched his jaw. Watched another drop of sweat water the garden. He wondered if only his sweat and tears were sustaining it at this point.
"Grow!" He anguished, opening his palms. He planted his heels into the soil, trying not to lose control of his breath. And before he could even hope that it had worked, he knew it hadn't.
The leaves did not grow larger. The stalks remained their original height.
Connor fell to his knees in the garden and tried to catch his breath. The earth stained his palms and he bowed his head.