Page 164 of Gift from the Source

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It floods my veins, and I gasp as I lap it all up.

There is no turning off the tap as it continues to pour into my body and build me up to an unstoppable force.

The things I could do with this.

The people I could destroy.

All who threaten the people I love would fall to their knees in front of me.

Those who’ve been taken from me…I could bring them back. They could walk this realm with me once again.

I just need to pull them back. Find their souls.

Destroy the beyond.

My family can live in peace among this realm alone. No burdens, threats, or responsibilities to stand in our way.

I will rule it all.

All reason leaves me as I become nothing but a weapon to be wielded. My thoughts scatter into soldiers, ready and waiting for a command I don’t know but feel I must utter.

My soul screams for something. I will find what it’s asking for.

There will be nothing to stand in my way as I search.

“Fight it. Remember who you are, filia mea.”

I flinch at the voice shouting in my mind.

That is who I want to find.

My fingers dig into the earth beneath me as my power searches for the ties that call to my blood. Somewhere along this tangled web, I will find everything I am looking for.

“Come back to us. Follow the sound of our voices, princess.”

That soft tone pulls a small rumble from my throat. It’s enchanting yet commanding. It forces my search to halt.

“That’s it, little warrior. Find your way back.”

The deep sound has me gripping the gritty dirt of the ground in my fingers. It’s lending me a foreign strength I want to fight off.

“Let the darkness guide your way to the light, Primary. Find me.”

Freezing cold darkness.

The voice has my body floating in icy water as it drags me across the darkened sea. I sob out a breath, both fighting its pull and begging for it to flow faster.

Light pierces my eyes, and I scream.

Warmth spreads across my skin. It cracks the ice around my heart and mind.

“You’ve traveled too far, little wanderer. Come back and soar where you belong.”

Where I belong? Where I belong? Where…

Home.

They are my home.

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