“You are possibly the worst I’ve ever trained,” Zofia barked at me for the 10th time this week.
“Thanks for the encouragement, ” I rolled my eyes as I gasped for breath from exhaustion.
She shook her head as she offered me water, “I don’t get it. You have the makings of a light wielder, but we still haven’t been able to get you to wield the light.”
“I don’t know why I am having trouble. I was able to wield it just fine when I faced Zillah,” I took a seat on the mossy floor.
For the past week, AMP (Agency of Magical Phenomenon) stranded me on this island with multiple greats great grandma, so I can learn the ways of my family, which according to Zofia, I am the descendant of Ziya. Apparently Ziya was the only one who had a child and the child was hidden from Zillah until she was defeated.
“We need to figure out what is blocking you,” she mused, searching me, “I need you to close your eyes and leave your mind open.”
My eyebrows shot up, “Why?”
“Because I want to see if there is something blocking you.”
I hesitated, but I had no way off the island, so I reluctantly sat cross-legged, closed my eyes, and started to breath clearing my mind of all the walls I had set up during our trainings. I could feel her probing at my walls as I was tearing them down. I took one last breath that allowed a small hole for her to make it through. It was the weirdest sensation having somebody waltz around in my head. She combed through my memories, my strengths, weaknesses, and the light within me, but she came to something that I didn’t know was there until our thoughts were in front of it together.
“What is it,” my thoughts vocalized to her.
Her spirit touched it and she recoiled as if in pain, “Something I was not expecting…”
She left my thoughts quickly and I filled the hole as best I could. I opened my eyes to see her holding her hand. I scurried over to her and saw it was red and blistering.
“It burned you?” I was so confused, “How did it burn you?”
Zofia stared at her hand before locking eyes with me. I saw what I saw in Marshall’s eyes that day I woke up from my battle — fear.