Alpha's Weak Omega
“You didn’t just feel it, Kimberly. You called it. That’s not small.”
Encouraged, she tried again, this time closing her eyes. She thought of water not as resistance, but as life, blood in veins, rain on thirsty soil, tears of joy and grief. Slowly, the stream rose, a graceful arc, swirling around her hand like a serpent of liquid glass.
Elara’s lips curved faintly. “Good. Now command it.”
Kimberly exhaled and thrust her arm forward. The water leapt from the stream like a spear, striking a distant boulder with such force that it cracked down the middle. Kimberly staggered back in shock.
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