Orryx Enchanted

Amara learning

Amara

I stand in front of Layton, frustration bubbling inside me as I try again and again to bring out my powers. But nothing happens. “Why can’t I do this?” I mutter, staring at my hands as if they’ll magically start working.

Layton watches me with quiet patience. “Your power is one of the most dangerous. It requires focus and control, but more importantly, it has to choose you.”

“Why does my power have to choose me?” I snap. “Thalia and Selene don’t have to deal with this. Their powers just… work.”

“Because your power is unique,” Layton says calmly. “Mind control is a power that comes with heavy responsibility. It won’t manifest until you’re ready.”

“I am ready!” I yell, frustration getting the better of me. I try again, clenching my fists and focusing as hard as I can, but nothing happens.

Layton steps forward, his voice gentle. “Amara, you’re forcing it. Powers like yours need to be invited, not demanded.”

“But what if I’m not worthy?” I whisper, my voice cracking. “What if the power doesn’t want me?”

“It’s not about being worthy,” Layton says softly. “It’s about trust. You have to trust yourself. The power is within you; it just needs time.”

I feel a tear slip down my cheek, but before I can wipe it away, something inside me snaps. Suddenly, I feel the power surge forward, raw and uncontrollable. My mind latches onto Layton, and before I realize what I’m doing, I’m projecting my thoughts into his mind.

Layton’s eyes widen, his body stiffening as my mind invades his. For a terrifying second, I can’t control it. I see through his eyes, feel his emotions. The power is too strong, too wild.

“Amara, stop!” Layton gasps, struggling against the mental hold I have on him. “You have to let go!”

“I can’t!” I scream, panic flooding me. “I don’t know how!”

“Breathe,” Layton instructs, his voice strained but calm. “Focus on pulling your energy back. Don’t let the power control you. You control it.”

With trembling hands, I focus on reeling my mind back in, pulling the power out of his thoughts. Finally, the connection snaps, and Layton stumbles back, breathing heavily.

“I… I’m sorry,” I whisper, tears streaming down my face.

Layton steadies himself, giving me a reassuring look. “It’s okay. You did it. You just need more practice. Your power is strong, Amara. Stronger than most. But we’ll get through this.”