Willow

Sparks

Willow had not seen Hunter for the longest time. She almost started to believe she had made the whole thing up or imagined it. Not that it made that much difference, one less thing to worry about.

Just lately something was off though and she wished she had Sarah to talk to. It started slowly, so slowly she ignored it.Lights flickering then returning to normal. Then the lights went crazy for a couple of minutes and went out.

Willow wouldn't of thought anything of that really, except for the sparks. Sparks running over her body but not unpleasantly. As though they were gathering. She started to learn to control this. Turning the T.V on from across the room. Turning the light on upstairs when she was downstairs.

Small stuff really. Sometimes it was hard to control. When she was angry or hurt, it spiralled out of her. Like fire out of a dragons mouth. It was all so new. She dropped a text to Sarah and hoped like hell she picked it up soon.

It also spiralled out of control when she thought about the kiss and Hunter. That had broke it's fair share of light bulbs. It was all getting harder to hide and harder to explain. So I guess I'm a full on freak now she thought. It was something she wanted to embrace, to understand.

Whatever this is she thought it's a part of me now. So she set about to learn it's nature and it's limits.