‘What happened’ mother said, walking into the room frantically ‘I felt a large tremor outside, then nothing,’ she reached out to touch Varak forehead ‘he’s lost a lot of physical energy you pushed him too far’ mother glared a little at the other parent in the room father took on an innocent look, she turned back to the boy in the bed and after a moment bright green healing light comes from mother’s hand within moments, my brother’s eyes fluttered opened
‘Did I make another mess’ he said through a weak whisper?
‘No son you didn’t get some rest, you did well today’ father said commending him. He smiled at the compliment closing his eyes to the world falling into a deep sleep, a few more checks from mother we all then filed out of the room I watched my parents go downstairs.
I stood there outside his room for a moment lost in thought. What kind of power did my brother have? It looked dark and dangerous, even the anger seemed malevolent when father goaded him into action, looking at my own hands do I have that kind of power? Do I have to be angry to create it or can I use something else?
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About the author.
Albert is an ex-royal air force photographer. He is passionate about novel writing and creative arts, his work can be seen on Amazon and Opensea. Albert also enjoys macro photography displayed on Instagram and gaming with his son and records them to replay on YouTube.