EIGHTEEN: LIFE AND DEATH
“Nnnnngh!” Blott strained, his hands splayed over a crack between two stones in the path.
He had been sitting in his parents’ garden, hidden from view, for about an hour, trying to learn how to control his powers. What he had found was that controlling them once they got going wasn’t his greatest challenge. Activating them, however, was proving problematic.
His abilities had subsided notably since his blowout up at the glade. Apparently, thirteen years of pressure had been released in the space of a few hours and now he couldn’t replicate the effort, not even on a smaller scale.
Typical.
Every life choice he ever made had been dictated by his powers. Concealing his secret for fear of being branded a monster had been a struggle for as long as he could remember.
