Mine
Afraid that no matter how hard he tried, he would never be the same again.
But then he looked at Aria.
She stood before him, steady, unshaken. There was a quiet strength in her now, something deeper than before. Her presence alone was grounding.
“Alright,” Aria said, drawing a slow breath. “First, I need you to close your eyes.”
Magnus frowned but obeyed.
“Feel the magic inside you,” she continued. “Don’t fight it. Just listen.”
He tried. At first, all he could sense was chaos—wild energy rushing through his veins, sharp, erratic, unpredictable. It was like a storm he couldn’t contain.
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