The voice was getting louder.
Not just in dreams anymore.
During the day. In quiet moments.
"Take control," it whispered. "You deserve it."
I tried to ignore it.
Training with Mira became harder.
The power surged when I was angry — silver light blasting stronger than before.
One session, I lost control.
The light hit a training dummy and vaporized it completely.
Mira stepped back. "That's not normal progression."
Alexander was there in seconds. "Elara?"
I looked at my hands, shaking. "I didn't mean to."
He pulled me into his arms. "It's okay. We'll figure it out."
But it wasn't okay.
That night, the voice was clearer.
"They're all using you. The King most of all. He wants your power."
I sat up in bed, sweating.
Alexander stirred. "Bad dream?"
"Yeah," I lied.
He held me u
