I fell to the grass disappointed.
I got up relentlessly, deciding to try again. Beads of sweat drops formed above my brows—on my forehead—and I could feel it trickle down my face. I wiped it off on my clothes and stayed focused.
I did everything I could, everything I knew of—still nothing.
I threw fists in the air and yelled at the universe. I was mad at it for making me this helpless!
Then I sat to receive some cool air from the breeze blowing by, that’s when I realized that I had released way too much air into the wind while I was throwing a tantrum.
Excited. I decided to sit with my legs crossed and try to stir my powers again—one last time.
I was hopeful. I was excited. Focused. I felt it move within me like a string of energy, stirred and coursed right from the depth of my h
