[Sacrifice Me 08.0] Season Two: Part 2 by Sarra Cannon

Author:Sarra Cannon [Cannon, Sarra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B07CW6ZZB4
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Publisher: Dead River Books
Published: 2018-05-04T06:00:00+00:00

Less Of You

Franki

I spent the hours after Mary Krista left my room practicing my meditation and choosing to focus on all the things I loved about Rend, rather than my anger toward the Mother Crow.

It was so strange how that simple change made my entire body feel different.

In the past, when I’d practiced connecting to my power, I’d always been focused on the darkness. On my inability to move past it or the results I knew would come from it.

I had been so focused on fear that I’d completely missed the fact that there was so much more inside of me than just the darker sides of my magic. I hadn’t realized that I had control over my own power.

I’d simply felt that I was burdened with this legacy of evil, and I’d made the decision to give it complete control.

But now, after seeing what Solomon had done in that ritual room in my dream, I understood something I might never have found otherwise.

Peace inside the chaos.

The more I sat there in meditation pose, focusing on the love inside of me, the more I felt the darkness melt away.

My anger turned to gratitude. My sorrow turned to hope. The darkness turned to pure light that seemed to radiate from my core and cover me in a bright yellow glow.

And the strange thing was that this lighter side of my power was so much stronger than the darkness had ever been. It was as if the vibrations running through me had been amplified.

But the tricky thing was to hold onto it.

It seemed like such a simple thing, really. Just hold onto the happy thoughts, right?

But it was extremely difficult to shut off my fear and my rage. No matter how hard I tried to breathe and focus on the light, thoughts of what was really happening to me always appeared, disrupting my power.

I thought of my love for Rend and filled with bright energy, but the next moment, the realization that I might never see him again seeped into that brightness and dimmed it.

It was a constant struggle to keep my mind in the right place.

After a while, I felt as though I were two different people, fighting for space in my own mind. There was the joyful, grateful Franki who had stood on the rooftops of Paris with Rend and dreamed of someday being his wife.

But there was also the condemned, cursed Franki who knew that there was no real way out of this situation. That I was going to die, no matter what anyone did to try and save me.

These parts of myself fought and struggled for attention. They both wanted control. They were both powerful.

And they were both right.

Both sides of me were true, but for some reason, it was so much easier to give in to the sadness and despair. The joy in dark times was infinitely harder, which is why I knew it was enormously powerful and important.

After another long session of practice, I finally dropped my connection to my power and collapsed onto the bed.

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