Air Storm by Kay L. Moody

Author:Kay L. Moody [Moody, Kay L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Marten Press
Published: 2020-10-20T22:00:00+00:00

NINE

AMULET TRAINING TOOK OVER EVERYTHING.

Talise did little more than study the journals. When the time came to head for the clearing the next week, ideas filled her mind.

Once everyone arrived, she gave a deliberate step forward. “This time, we should try letting emotion fuel our actions.”

She didn’t want to explain in too much detail. The complexities of what Eben had taught would probably be lost on River anyway. Claye was smart when he wanted to be, but Talise didn’t have the energy to explain.

At the heart of it, Talise assumed that who she chose to be had to do with her emotions. So, if power could amplify her choices, it made sense that emotion could tap into the power.

She just had to be careful to not let it overtake her.

At her suggestion, they decided to shape air that day. Claye didn’t have much experience with shaping air, but they assumed the amulet would make him proficient enough.

River insisted on going first. She promptly shaped the air out of Talise’s lungs.

Talise reached for her throat just as Aaden reached for his sword. But then River’s face contorted. So did the rest of theirs. The world went black.

The next thing Talise knew, she lay flat on her back, blinking several times before her sight became clear again. The others lay on the ground next to her, also on their backs. But all of their eyes were closed. A few moments later, River, Claye, and even Aaden came to.

When they got to their feet, River reached for the amulet which now sat on the ground.

Aaden stepped on the silver pendant before River grabbed it. She huffed in response. “I wasn’t trying to suck air from all our lungs.”

“Just Talise’s?” Aaden’s voice came out scathing.

River ignored him. “I don’t know what happened. The amulet took over.”

At Talise’s urging, Aaden lifted his boot from off the amulet so Claye could pick it up. He wrapped his hand over the silver pendant and closed his eyes.

Claye’s shaping formed a tornado that spun with the grace of a dancer. It flitted over the ground, picking up only rocks of a certain size. All seemed well until the tornado began spinning at dangerous speeds. Claye’s face contorted as the rocks began shooting all across the clearing. Just before chaos ensued, his eyes shot open.

He sucked in a short breath and threw the amulet from his hand. A shiver rocked him before he finally spoke. “I lost control.” While tremors shook though his arm, his head dipped downward. “I’m sorry.”

By now, it didn’t seem like a good idea to let emotions fuel the shaping actions. Talise wanted to try it for herself to be sure.

With the cool metal in her hand, the same warm glow bloomed in her chest. Her thoughts turned to the cities she had helped in the Storm. Willow and her father filled Talise’s mind. Water Festival. The sickness.

Emotions spread through her as she reached her senses into the air. Already, the power of the amulet seemed so much bigger than it had during her last attempt.

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