Every day I trained. Every single day. I didn't rest.
I wanted to be able to be powerful enough if a war was to start, and I had to be strong in my power as well. I had to be able to fight, and use my powers to the full capacity.
"Remember, use your mind to help you, Skye. Think about something and imagine it. Create it. You are the creator of your own power." Silas says to me, and I nod.
I began to imagine a flower. The flower then formed in the palm of my hand.
I pictured a pink flower, and so the white flower began to go pink. I wanted it to be bigger, and so I pictured it to be bigger. It grew almost double in the palm of my hand, and I imagined that it caught on fire, and so it did. The flames started at it's leaves, spreading all the way to my palm. The flames did not burn me.
