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CASPAR
I felt blind. For the first time in a long time, I couldn't see the steps in front of me. When I looked at the children, all I saw was... children. Not decisions I could make and possible results. Just faces. Angry faces.
I'd hated my gift for so long, I hadn't realized how much I'd come to depend on it. Living alone in the woods, it had been necessary for my survival. I knew when to expect a flash flood, or a sink hole, or a storm. Among the pack, I knew when to expect danger, most of the time, and where to go looking for it. But one—or several—of the kids must be blocking me with their power, leaving me...
Weak. That's what it was. I'd come to depend on my gift like a leg, or an arm. I never even thought about it anymore, it was simply right there. Until the pack, I'd learne
