Justin
Mr.Evans was holding up something green. Something...not normal. I stared at it as it was surrounding the evil-man. "I didn’t want to have to do this. I was hoping she would come around on her own….Oh well." The scary guy said. Then something odd happened. Xadalyn waved her hand and Mr.Evans, Sarah and the girl-whose-name-I-didn't-know hit the walls.
"Xadalyn, what are you doing?" Xan asked. Xadalyn was given a dagger and she was getting closer to Xan. I backed against the wall. Afraid. I heard Xan whispering something, but I didn't quite catch it. I fell down to sit on the floor and closed my eyes. I covered my face so I couldn't see what was happening.
'This is a dream. I'm going to wake up soon. This is a dream, I'm not here. Xan's going to be okay...I'm home in my bed..' I though and blocked my ears, not wanting to hear what was happening. It all had to be a dream. Everything that happened there was not normal. or if not a dream - movie. Someone would scream 'Cut' soon. I was so sure about it. It had to be a dream or a movie.
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*Max*
All I can do is silently shout *NO!* as Xada goes after Xan. I need to help him but the best way to stop Xada is to stop Khivar. It's clear he's responsible for what she's doing. *Liz, where are you?*
Her power could stop him easily. My teleknetics will only do that if I'm lucky and he breaks something important when I blast him. My healing power can be used to kill, although I've never done it. But it only works if I'm close enough to touch him and right now, I don't have that option. I just hope I can get him down before Xan is hurt.
Still staring at Xada, as we're all expected to be, I gather Sarah's power and my own. But in the instant before I can launch my attack against Khivar, I see it. A green shield interposed between Alexander and his sister. I didn't do that and I'm sure neither Sarah nor Xadalyn did. No! It's wrong. It's too soon.
I grab Khivar in a teleknetic burst, smashing him into the wall. He slumps, seemingly unconcious on the floor as I spin away. *Watch him, Sarah,* I ask, hoping he won't try to use her, too. Maybe he doesn't even know that Sarah was involved.
As I turn back to Xadalyn and Alexander, I see the shield flicker out and Alex stares at his hands as if they belonged to someone-else. Xadalyn is on the floor, bleeding. No, oh no!
I drop to my knees beside her and find the dagger buried in her chest. "No. Don't die," I say aloud in Antarian. I place my hands over her wounds and for the second time today, make a healing connection to save my daughter's life.
All I can do is silently shout *NO!* as Xada goes after Xan. I need to help him but the best way to stop Xada is to stop Khivar. It's clear he's responsible for what she's doing. *Liz, where are you?*
Her power could stop him easily. My teleknetics will only do that if I'm lucky and he breaks something important when I blast him. My healing power can be used to kill, although I've never done it. But it only works if I'm close enough to touch him and right now, I don't have that option. I just hope I can get him down before Xan is hurt.
Still staring at Xada, as we're all expected to be, I gather Sarah's power and my own. But in the instant before I can launch my attack against Khivar, I see it. A green shield interposed between Alexander and his sister. I didn't do that and I'm sure neither Sarah nor Xadalyn did. No! It's wrong. It's too soon.
I grab Khivar in a teleknetic burst, smashing him into the wall. He slumps, seemingly unconcious on the floor as I spin away. *Watch him, Sarah,* I ask, hoping he won't try to use her, too. Maybe he doesn't even know that Sarah was involved.
As I turn back to Xadalyn and Alexander, I see the shield flicker out and Alex stares at his hands as if they belonged to someone-else. Xadalyn is on the floor, bleeding. No, oh no!
I drop to my knees beside her and find the dagger buried in her chest. "No. Don't die," I say aloud in Antarian. I place my hands over her wounds and for the second time today, make a healing connection to save my daughter's life.
Alexander
When I finally looked up, I saw Xadalyn sink to the ground, something green and bright soaking her dress.
She stabbed herself . . .
All thoughts of how Justin should've been back on Earth, of how that shield had formed from my hands, of everything, vanished as I ran to my fallen sister. She had brought the blade down on herself. Was Khivar responsible for her doing so, or had she chosen to do it herself? Had she decided that she would rather kill herself than attack her brother?
This was Khivar's fault, whether he ordered so or not, intentionally or unintentionally. He wanted nothing more than to destroy us all, didn't he?
The green fluid continued to flow from my sister's wound, spreading around the knife that was still embedded in her flesh. I remembered the neon green stuff that the Antarian who had brought us here had wiped off his hands. This was blood. "Xadalyn . . . "
My anger toward Khivar became overshadowed. I needed to help my sister or she would die, really die this time. I just felt something; I knew that this was something that I could do. The energy I had felt earlier began to return. I had not imagined it.
My father, his expression frantic, came. "No. Don't die," he said and hurriedly removed the knife. Then he did it again, his healing thing.
I caught my father's hand. He looked at me, a little taken aback. He was going to tell me that he was trying to save her life, I guessed. "No," I said firmly. "I'll handle this."
Dad seemed to think it was absurd, but I ignored his protests. "Xadalyn, you have to help me," I whispered, taking a deep breath. Her eyes seemed to be losing focus but she kept them on my face. I saw pain. And I felt that pain.
And then, as if on it's own, my hands went over her wound and began to glow. Healing. This was my father's power. Perhaps, even then, it could have been him doing whatever I was doing.
But then I knew it wasn't. I knew it was me.
As if it was completely natural, my mind sought for the root of the problem, fixed the wound from the inside out. It seemed to happen very slowly. But it worked. Somewhere at the back of my mind, I was watching, shocked- certain that this wasn't real.
When I knew that the wound was healed completely, I pulled my hands away. She sat up, alert and well, then rose to her feet, looking fine.
We were both fine.
I smiled.
When I finally looked up, I saw Xadalyn sink to the ground, something green and bright soaking her dress.
She stabbed herself . . .
All thoughts of how Justin should've been back on Earth, of how that shield had formed from my hands, of everything, vanished as I ran to my fallen sister. She had brought the blade down on herself. Was Khivar responsible for her doing so, or had she chosen to do it herself? Had she decided that she would rather kill herself than attack her brother?
This was Khivar's fault, whether he ordered so or not, intentionally or unintentionally. He wanted nothing more than to destroy us all, didn't he?
The green fluid continued to flow from my sister's wound, spreading around the knife that was still embedded in her flesh. I remembered the neon green stuff that the Antarian who had brought us here had wiped off his hands. This was blood. "Xadalyn . . . "
My anger toward Khivar became overshadowed. I needed to help my sister or she would die, really die this time. I just felt something; I knew that this was something that I could do. The energy I had felt earlier began to return. I had not imagined it.
My father, his expression frantic, came. "No. Don't die," he said and hurriedly removed the knife. Then he did it again, his healing thing.
I caught my father's hand. He looked at me, a little taken aback. He was going to tell me that he was trying to save her life, I guessed. "No," I said firmly. "I'll handle this."
Dad seemed to think it was absurd, but I ignored his protests. "Xadalyn, you have to help me," I whispered, taking a deep breath. Her eyes seemed to be losing focus but she kept them on my face. I saw pain. And I felt that pain.
And then, as if on it's own, my hands went over her wound and began to glow. Healing. This was my father's power. Perhaps, even then, it could have been him doing whatever I was doing.
But then I knew it wasn't. I knew it was me.
As if it was completely natural, my mind sought for the root of the problem, fixed the wound from the inside out. It seemed to happen very slowly. But it worked. Somewhere at the back of my mind, I was watching, shocked- certain that this wasn't real.
When I knew that the wound was healed completely, I pulled my hands away. She sat up, alert and well, then rose to her feet, looking fine.
We were both fine.
I smiled.
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OOC: sorry for the delay, if you don't like this say, I was just searching for some way to explain her delay and I remembered the puzzlement that she didn't get a vision about all this in the first place. Hope it's not too much and will work.
~Liz~
*Liz! Kivar’s here in the boy’s room! Help us…!*
I’m laying on the bed, beginning to doze, as Max’s familiar mental voice comes through in my head. I remember the first time we managed to do that…it was so amazing… I was in labour, Michael, Maria, Isabel and Jesse were even there. Maria was worried and kept suggesting that we go to the hospital, while Michael was of course insisting it was way too dangerous. He was right of course, but right at that moment in time I thought it was a pretty silly argument. It was too late already…I wasn’t going to be able to move…
That was when I heard Max’s voice coming through in my head, concerned as he demanded – of himself really – what was too late… I looked over at him in amazement, hardly believing what had happened, and it took a couple of weeks after that to actually be able to reproduce the effect.
Gradually it developed though, and over the years it’s almost as natural as talking verbally… Sometimes it’s not words, just feelings, but others, like now, it’s a message, loud and clear.
Scrambling up from the bed, I’m heading from the door as I’m hit by a vision that practically causes me to fall to the ground. The imagery is so real – I have no doubt this is one of my premonitions, but the major difference is that I’m not so sure this is a long time in the future… A man with violet eyes, standing over the bodies of the people I love, my family… Max, Sarah, Xan…and Xada – I don’t really know how I’m going to fit in with her, but she’s Max’s daughter, and that makes her part of my family…
Of all the times to get a vision, this is probably the worst…it’s almost like it’s been delayed, it’s the sort of thing I would have expected to received even before Kyria even arrived…
Maybe that’s not such a stupid thought…is it even possible…we don’t know what causes my visions…who knows if someone can block them…
*Liz, where are you?*
Max’s voice comes through to me again, and I hear the urgency in his voice. *I'm coming...* Forcing myself to fight through the pain caused by this vision, to focus once more, I push away from the wall where I am slumped with some difficultly and cross the corridor as quickly as possible.
My head is still spinning, my eyes somewhat unfocused, and as I enter the room, I’m in danger of slumping again. That vision was powerful, and took a whole lot more out of me than usual.
The sight which meets me banishes any thought of rest for the moment though, I look over at Xada and Xan, the two of whom appear to be sharing a ‘moment’, then back at Max and Kyria. “What happened…?” I ask softly, keeping a wary eye on the figure slumped on the floor. He’s unconscious at the moment it seems, no longer a danger, for now at least, but for how long…? I could end it, I think a blast from me would be strong enough to destroy him forever…but I don’t know if I can do that…he’s just lying there…out of it…I would kill to protect my family, but I’m not a killer…
Just then, out of the corner of my eye, I see a movement. At first I think that I’m imagining it, him looking unconscious as he is, but then, in an instant I see him raise his hand, aiming at the group consisting of Max, Xan and Xada. Somehow I know he’s still trying to build power, but even if that’s true, there’s not time to call out a warning, not even in my head, and without even thinking about it, I raise my own hand and discharging one of the most powerful bolts I’ve produced. In practice I’ve been able to create something impressive sure, but protecting my family, on the thankfully rare occasions it has been necessary, always squeezes that bit more.
Even as the energy impacts him, Khivar seems to turn, as though in shock. Then, his expression is gone, his body slumps and completely still, I’d almost say lifeless… Is it over? – I don’t know…but I did enough at least for now…
~Liz~
*Liz! Kivar’s here in the boy’s room! Help us…!*
I’m laying on the bed, beginning to doze, as Max’s familiar mental voice comes through in my head. I remember the first time we managed to do that…it was so amazing… I was in labour, Michael, Maria, Isabel and Jesse were even there. Maria was worried and kept suggesting that we go to the hospital, while Michael was of course insisting it was way too dangerous. He was right of course, but right at that moment in time I thought it was a pretty silly argument. It was too late already…I wasn’t going to be able to move…
That was when I heard Max’s voice coming through in my head, concerned as he demanded – of himself really – what was too late… I looked over at him in amazement, hardly believing what had happened, and it took a couple of weeks after that to actually be able to reproduce the effect.
Gradually it developed though, and over the years it’s almost as natural as talking verbally… Sometimes it’s not words, just feelings, but others, like now, it’s a message, loud and clear.
Scrambling up from the bed, I’m heading from the door as I’m hit by a vision that practically causes me to fall to the ground. The imagery is so real – I have no doubt this is one of my premonitions, but the major difference is that I’m not so sure this is a long time in the future… A man with violet eyes, standing over the bodies of the people I love, my family… Max, Sarah, Xan…and Xada – I don’t really know how I’m going to fit in with her, but she’s Max’s daughter, and that makes her part of my family…
Of all the times to get a vision, this is probably the worst…it’s almost like it’s been delayed, it’s the sort of thing I would have expected to received even before Kyria even arrived…
Maybe that’s not such a stupid thought…is it even possible…we don’t know what causes my visions…who knows if someone can block them…
*Liz, where are you?*
Max’s voice comes through to me again, and I hear the urgency in his voice. *I'm coming...* Forcing myself to fight through the pain caused by this vision, to focus once more, I push away from the wall where I am slumped with some difficultly and cross the corridor as quickly as possible.
My head is still spinning, my eyes somewhat unfocused, and as I enter the room, I’m in danger of slumping again. That vision was powerful, and took a whole lot more out of me than usual.
The sight which meets me banishes any thought of rest for the moment though, I look over at Xada and Xan, the two of whom appear to be sharing a ‘moment’, then back at Max and Kyria. “What happened…?” I ask softly, keeping a wary eye on the figure slumped on the floor. He’s unconscious at the moment it seems, no longer a danger, for now at least, but for how long…? I could end it, I think a blast from me would be strong enough to destroy him forever…but I don’t know if I can do that…he’s just lying there…out of it…I would kill to protect my family, but I’m not a killer…
Just then, out of the corner of my eye, I see a movement. At first I think that I’m imagining it, him looking unconscious as he is, but then, in an instant I see him raise his hand, aiming at the group consisting of Max, Xan and Xada. Somehow I know he’s still trying to build power, but even if that’s true, there’s not time to call out a warning, not even in my head, and without even thinking about it, I raise my own hand and discharging one of the most powerful bolts I’ve produced. In practice I’ve been able to create something impressive sure, but protecting my family, on the thankfully rare occasions it has been necessary, always squeezes that bit more.
Even as the energy impacts him, Khivar seems to turn, as though in shock. Then, his expression is gone, his body slumps and completely still, I’d almost say lifeless… Is it over? – I don’t know…but I did enough at least for now…
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*Max*
I stare at Xan as he effortlessly heals his sister. I'm not surprised he has the energy. He hasn't been healing people and raising shields and such all day. What surprises me is the control. He's never done this before. How can he do that? It's not possible, unless Xada was the one controlling the healing. I felt her subconciously helping me last time, too.
The bad part is, this means the blocks are obviously completely gone. According to the Oracle, that means they're both about to become so powerful that nothing can stop them. Absolute power. Corruption. Evil. The end of Antar.
But I don't believe in destiny.
"Xan," I start to say. Before I get further, I'm interupted by a crash behind me. I spin around to see Khivar slumped in a new position on the floor, a depression in the wall above him, and Liz, standing in the doorway with her hand raised.
"Liz!" I say, slowly rising to my feet. It's clear what happened. Khivar woke up and tried to kill one or all of us. Liz saved our lives. "Thank you."
Sarah looks nearly shattered. Obviously she didn't see or didn't react in time. "It's okay, Sarah. It's going to be okay." I move forward and hug both of them briefly, although my eyes don't leave Khivar. I want to hold them both for a long time, but not while the danger still exists. I look up Kyria, wondering if the military will be here soon to take him into custody.
Releasing the girls, I creep forward to check on Khivar. It only takes one touch for me to know. I've felt this before. The first time was Alex, but unfortunately, it wasn't the only time. Khivar isn't human, but my powers tell me the truth. "He's dead."
I get back to my feet and turn to face my family. All of them here are my family, except Justin and Kyria, but at the moment, they count, too. "Alexander. Xadalyn. We need to talk."
I stare at Xan as he effortlessly heals his sister. I'm not surprised he has the energy. He hasn't been healing people and raising shields and such all day. What surprises me is the control. He's never done this before. How can he do that? It's not possible, unless Xada was the one controlling the healing. I felt her subconciously helping me last time, too.
The bad part is, this means the blocks are obviously completely gone. According to the Oracle, that means they're both about to become so powerful that nothing can stop them. Absolute power. Corruption. Evil. The end of Antar.
But I don't believe in destiny.
"Xan," I start to say. Before I get further, I'm interupted by a crash behind me. I spin around to see Khivar slumped in a new position on the floor, a depression in the wall above him, and Liz, standing in the doorway with her hand raised.
"Liz!" I say, slowly rising to my feet. It's clear what happened. Khivar woke up and tried to kill one or all of us. Liz saved our lives. "Thank you."
Sarah looks nearly shattered. Obviously she didn't see or didn't react in time. "It's okay, Sarah. It's going to be okay." I move forward and hug both of them briefly, although my eyes don't leave Khivar. I want to hold them both for a long time, but not while the danger still exists. I look up Kyria, wondering if the military will be here soon to take him into custody.
Releasing the girls, I creep forward to check on Khivar. It only takes one touch for me to know. I've felt this before. The first time was Alex, but unfortunately, it wasn't the only time. Khivar isn't human, but my powers tell me the truth. "He's dead."
I get back to my feet and turn to face my family. All of them here are my family, except Justin and Kyria, but at the moment, they count, too. "Alexander. Xadalyn. We need to talk."
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~Xadalyn~
I feel…different after Xan healed me. It feels like something inside me is starting to come unleashed. I look at my brother and I know he is feeling the same thing. I look down at my hands and notice that my skin seems to be glowing, as if something from the inside is lighting it.
I look up at Xan again and notice that his dark brown hair is slowly turning white. I look at my own hair and notice its doing the same thing. I feel so…powerful. Even my eyesight seems different, clearer somehow, its like every living thing has a different color shimmer around them. And somehow I know I am connected to it and could control it if I choose to. "Alexander. Xadalyn. We need to talk." I hear
I look at back at my brother and back at the owner of the voice. “Time for talking is over.” I say and my voice sounds strange, as if it echoes off of itself, like it several hundred people talking instead of just one. I look back at my brother and tell him telepathically * the oracle has blocked us from our powers, she should be punished* and he simply nods in agreement.
I feel…different after Xan healed me. It feels like something inside me is starting to come unleashed. I look at my brother and I know he is feeling the same thing. I look down at my hands and notice that my skin seems to be glowing, as if something from the inside is lighting it.
I look up at Xan again and notice that his dark brown hair is slowly turning white. I look at my own hair and notice its doing the same thing. I feel so…powerful. Even my eyesight seems different, clearer somehow, its like every living thing has a different color shimmer around them. And somehow I know I am connected to it and could control it if I choose to. "Alexander. Xadalyn. We need to talk." I hear
I look at back at my brother and back at the owner of the voice. “Time for talking is over.” I say and my voice sounds strange, as if it echoes off of itself, like it several hundred people talking instead of just one. I look back at my brother and tell him telepathically * the oracle has blocked us from our powers, she should be punished* and he simply nods in agreement.
Alexander
"Alexander. Xadalyn. We need to talk."
The voice was faint, but I wasn't sure who said it. I looked around, my eyes falling on the people around me, one by one. I saw everything as I had never seem them before, with auras of light, spectrums of colour.
When I finally saw a figure I knew well, from the inside, I realised that she seemed to be changing too. Her skin was emittting a sort of light and the colour of her hair was changing to white. I looked at my hands and saw that I was undergoing the same . . . transformation. And it was coming from within, strengthening me somehow- or rather, it was my own strength growing.
“Time for talking is over,” Xadalyn said, her voice magnified and echoing. The oracle has blocked us from our powers, she should be punished, I heard her say to me.
I nodded my agreement. The Oracle had supressed the true powers we possessed. Such an act was unforgivable.
We go to her. Now. She must pay. I told my sister. And then, aloud, I said, "Time for acting has begun."
"Alexander. Xadalyn. We need to talk."
The voice was faint, but I wasn't sure who said it. I looked around, my eyes falling on the people around me, one by one. I saw everything as I had never seem them before, with auras of light, spectrums of colour.
When I finally saw a figure I knew well, from the inside, I realised that she seemed to be changing too. Her skin was emittting a sort of light and the colour of her hair was changing to white. I looked at my hands and saw that I was undergoing the same . . . transformation. And it was coming from within, strengthening me somehow- or rather, it was my own strength growing.
“Time for talking is over,” Xadalyn said, her voice magnified and echoing. The oracle has blocked us from our powers, she should be punished, I heard her say to me.
I nodded my agreement. The Oracle had supressed the true powers we possessed. Such an act was unforgivable.
We go to her. Now. She must pay. I told my sister. And then, aloud, I said, "Time for acting has begun."
*Max*
I can see the glances being exchanged between the two of them and I'm sure they're figuring it out -- that Xan has had powers that were blocked, and now they're back. They look angry and I don't blame them. Their hair is turning white. Somehow, I know that has to do with the growing power between them.
"Wait!" I say, desperately trying to get their attention. "Xan! Your powers were blocked because the Oracle knew the two of you would be very strong. Your mother and I never knew you weren't human. You are strong. It's amazing and wonderful, but you need to keep control. You need to think about what you're doing."
I take Liz by the hand, looking at both of them. I doubt very much my shield will be of any use against the two together, even with her power and Sarah's. Hopefully, I won't have to try...
"Xadalyn! Remember what you said before about Khivar? You didn't want to kill him, even 'though he wished you great harm. Even 'though he killed me and so many others. Remember that. It's important to remember control. To remember the good of all."
They're actually looking at me and I can only hope they're hearing what I'm saying. "The Oracle meant well. You may not agree with what she did. I may not agree, either. But it wasn't meant for harm. She thought she was protecting you."
I only hope they can understand what I'm trying to tell them. Khivar was a killer. He wanted to kill Xan almost from his birth and he intended even worse for Xadalyn, but she wanted to spare his life -- for very good reasons. All that the oracle did, was intended for good. And while it did deprive them of so very much -- family, power, knowledge -- it didn't actually HURT them directly. Not the way Khivar wanted to.
I can see the glances being exchanged between the two of them and I'm sure they're figuring it out -- that Xan has had powers that were blocked, and now they're back. They look angry and I don't blame them. Their hair is turning white. Somehow, I know that has to do with the growing power between them.
"Wait!" I say, desperately trying to get their attention. "Xan! Your powers were blocked because the Oracle knew the two of you would be very strong. Your mother and I never knew you weren't human. You are strong. It's amazing and wonderful, but you need to keep control. You need to think about what you're doing."
I take Liz by the hand, looking at both of them. I doubt very much my shield will be of any use against the two together, even with her power and Sarah's. Hopefully, I won't have to try...
"Xadalyn! Remember what you said before about Khivar? You didn't want to kill him, even 'though he wished you great harm. Even 'though he killed me and so many others. Remember that. It's important to remember control. To remember the good of all."
They're actually looking at me and I can only hope they're hearing what I'm saying. "The Oracle meant well. You may not agree with what she did. I may not agree, either. But it wasn't meant for harm. She thought she was protecting you."
I only hope they can understand what I'm trying to tell them. Khivar was a killer. He wanted to kill Xan almost from his birth and he intended even worse for Xadalyn, but she wanted to spare his life -- for very good reasons. All that the oracle did, was intended for good. And while it did deprive them of so very much -- family, power, knowledge -- it didn't actually HURT them directly. Not the way Khivar wanted to.
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~*~Sarah~*~
aftter being throw to the wall and cut my head, and my mother killing the man that harm Xada the most. And now Xan and Xada are turning more powerful then I ever thought. Sure when I was kid I wish Xan would have powers so we can tease mom and dad.But that was only me. I knew Xan hated to be powerless at the time. Now he more powerful then my own father.
Its kinda scary, but I'm not scary of him. I never were.
I want to do something but I know it not possible, he would probably kill me." Xan please try to control them. I want my big brother back." I dont want to lose him, even if is just my half brother. He is still my brother I love so much and can always go to him when I have a problem. "Please Xan"
aftter being throw to the wall and cut my head, and my mother killing the man that harm Xada the most. And now Xan and Xada are turning more powerful then I ever thought. Sure when I was kid I wish Xan would have powers so we can tease mom and dad.But that was only me. I knew Xan hated to be powerless at the time. Now he more powerful then my own father.
Its kinda scary, but I'm not scary of him. I never were.
I want to do something but I know it not possible, he would probably kill me." Xan please try to control them. I want my big brother back." I dont want to lose him, even if is just my half brother. He is still my brother I love so much and can always go to him when I have a problem. "Please Xan"
*Max*
I put an arm around Sarah. I'm so proud of her. Much like Xan trying to face off against Khivar when he had no powers at all, Sarah is now trying to help get through to Xan when he and Xadalyn are clearly more powerful than she is. I'm proud of Xadalyn, too. The leadership I'd seen before was balanced and fair. And she'd held her ground against Khivar, earlier, even if he did get through her shield just now when he almost made her kill her brother.
I know Xadalyn is a good person. She's had a lot put on her shoulders, living here with everyone expecting so much of her. I wonder if she ever had a chance to be a normal child, like Xan and Sarah have. The brief flashes I saw were happy, but also heavy with expectations...
Sarah has always been close to her big brother. I hope he can hear her, and me. As I touch Sarah, I hope she can tell how proud I am. How much I love her and Xan both. Xadalyn, too.
I notice the small scrape on Sarah's head and brush my fingers over it to heal her, but I don't take my eyes off of the older children. Wondering whatelse I can say to them and waiting to see what they're going to do now.
I put an arm around Sarah. I'm so proud of her. Much like Xan trying to face off against Khivar when he had no powers at all, Sarah is now trying to help get through to Xan when he and Xadalyn are clearly more powerful than she is. I'm proud of Xadalyn, too. The leadership I'd seen before was balanced and fair. And she'd held her ground against Khivar, earlier, even if he did get through her shield just now when he almost made her kill her brother.
I know Xadalyn is a good person. She's had a lot put on her shoulders, living here with everyone expecting so much of her. I wonder if she ever had a chance to be a normal child, like Xan and Sarah have. The brief flashes I saw were happy, but also heavy with expectations...
Sarah has always been close to her big brother. I hope he can hear her, and me. As I touch Sarah, I hope she can tell how proud I am. How much I love her and Xan both. Xadalyn, too.
I notice the small scrape on Sarah's head and brush my fingers over it to heal her, but I don't take my eyes off of the older children. Wondering whatelse I can say to them and waiting to see what they're going to do now.