July 8th: 2:30 am.
I realized very early Wednesday morning I'd have to be very careful with my strange new abilities. I realized this when the power died due to storm
activity. We'd been getting unseasonably cold and rainy weather for the last few days (making me wonder if what happened to me was related to that or if it
was just coincidence.) I'd just started to go to sleep when the power in the neighborhood died out.
No big deal, right? Except that I sleep with this air pressure machine, without which I'm a total wreck the next day. And the machine was ticking along,
neat as you please even though everything else was off.
I got up and deliberately "turned it off", waiting for the power to properly come back. My roommates have said they can hear the machine at night, so
the last thing I needed was to explain why every appliance on the block wasn't working except for the machine.
While I was thinking, I started asking myself why I was teaching myself these techniques. I mean, I'd pretty much
realized on the first day that doing this could get me arrested. And yet here I was, finding ways to "enhance" my powers, train with the abilities,
and even learn how to fly, of all things. But why was I doing this? Was I intending to use the powers proactively? Or
was I just fighting off boredom by playing with a new toy?
I realized then that I really did need to talk to my sister. I needed an external viewpoint. To know if there was a reason to keep training, or if I should
just try to "move on".
It didn't help that both inherited lifetimes' worth of life experiences and training said I should be training and preparing for the worst. And those
memories painted a picture very hard to ignore...
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Those who fear the darkness have never seen what the light can do.
I realized very early Wednesday morning I'd have to be very careful with my strange new abilities. I realized this when the power died due to storm
activity. We'd been getting unseasonably cold and rainy weather for the last few days (making me wonder if what happened to me was related to that or if it
was just coincidence.) I'd just started to go to sleep when the power in the neighborhood died out.
No big deal, right? Except that I sleep with this air pressure machine, without which I'm a total wreck the next day. And the machine was ticking along,
neat as you please even though everything else was off.
I got up and deliberately "turned it off", waiting for the power to properly come back. My roommates have said they can hear the machine at night, so
the last thing I needed was to explain why every appliance on the block wasn't working except for the machine.
While I was thinking, I started asking myself why I was teaching myself these techniques. I mean, I'd pretty much
realized on the first day that doing this could get me arrested. And yet here I was, finding ways to "enhance" my powers, train with the abilities,
and even learn how to fly, of all things. But why was I doing this? Was I intending to use the powers proactively? Or
was I just fighting off boredom by playing with a new toy?
I realized then that I really did need to talk to my sister. I needed an external viewpoint. To know if there was a reason to keep training, or if I should
just try to "move on".
It didn't help that both inherited lifetimes' worth of life experiences and training said I should be training and preparing for the worst. And those
memories painted a picture very hard to ignore...
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Those who fear the darkness have never seen what the light can do.