Claiming her Reign
This island wasn't pure; it was a place of elemental imprisonment, holding the chaotic essence of the element.
I slowly lifted my head, focusing not on the roaring, aggressive gusts, but on the air itself. The simple oxygen I was struggling to pull into my burning lungs. I inhaled deep and slow, ignoring the pain. I felt the air enter me, nourishing me, becoming part of me.
The wind was chaos, but my breath was control.
I reached out, not with my Holy Power, but with the quietest part of my human mind, the part that had learned to be a silent maid, listening more than speaking. I was commanding air to calm down, but I couldn't command air if my own lungs were in panic.
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