Chapter Nineteen
Changing a moment in time:
Josie stepped closer to him. She held her hair back to keep it from flying in her face where the chilled wind blew through the hole in the window. Dust turned and looked down at his aunt and uncle. His aunt had her hand raised, holding back the fragments of glass that had imploded inward. Without thinking, he waved his hand and the glass reformed.
“What… just happened?” Josie asked in a cautious voice.
Dust turned and looked at her. Surrounding her was a transparent light, and he recognized what the glow meant. Josie was made of fire—a critical element needed for life. He looked down at his aunt again. She controlled time—holding a fragment of the cosmos suspended for a brief moment with her hands. He swallowed as the knowledge flooded him. W
