Tyson stood in the center of the water as it spun around him and flew toward the sky. His focus was absolute.
Another young man stood at the mouth of a cave yelling at Tyson.
“Ty, you’re going to burn out your magic if you keep this up.” He stomped toward him, the rain soaking him in seconds. “Cousin.” The water cyclone was strong, but the young man managed to reach through and grip Tyson’s shoulder. He yanked him back, and the cyclone dissipated.
Etta jumped from her saddle as Tyson glanced up. His eyes widened when he saw her. He stumbled back and his legs folded under him. The other man caught him before he crashed into the ground. He carried him into the cave, laid him down gently, and shook his head.
“I told you not to do it.”
“Tyson,” Etta breathed, falling to her knees.
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