The hours flew by as my father guided me through the intricacies of gravity manipulation. With every rock I lifted, every object I made heavier or lighter, I felt the magic within me grow stronger. But it wasn’t just about the strength; it was about control.
“Remember,” Cornelius said, pacing in front of me as I tried to lift a particularly large boulder. “Gravity isn’t about brute force. It’s about balance. You can’t just command it; you have to let it flow through you.”
I closed my eyes, feeling the boulder’s weight in the air. The pull of the earth, the resistance of the rock itself—it was all so overwhelming at first. But as I breathed deeply, I started to sense the pattern in it. The natural ebb and flow of the force that held everything together.
The boulder began to lift, slowly
