Chapter 91
Ella
The ground didn’t listen to me.
At least, not the way I wanted it to.
For the past two days, I had tried. I had stood in the middle of the forest, hands outstretched, concentrating as hard as I could. I had whispered to the earth, begged it, demanded it to move beneath my feet.
But nothing happened.
Well—not nothing.
I could feel things.
The moment I connected with the ground, I could sense everything that moved within a five-hundred-meter radius. I felt the deer stepping carefully through the underbrush, the tiny scurrying feet of mice darting through the roots, even the slow, steady slither of a snake curling around a fallen tree.
I could also make things grow.
If I pressed my hand to the soil and focused, vines would sprout, flowers would bloom
