Chapter 85: Hold trust in yourself.
After two exhausting hours of attempting to pour the water out using the Air Force, Ren’s shoulders sagged, sweat streaming down her back. The cave’s cool air proved that it wasn’t the heat draining her strength; rather, it was her inability to summon her power without external help or the compelling force of fear.
"Listen," Agara said firmly, pacing slowly around her seated form, "if you always depend on fear to awaken your magic, you’ll soon find yourself spoiled. Find that significant door inside you, the one that allows the current of power to surge into your fingertips. You already sense the core of your magic, stop doubting yourself."
Ren had sat motionless on a large flat stone, thin streams of water slipping quietly around its base. A solitary hole in the cave ceiling allowed a shaft of gentle sunlight to filter through, illuminating her troubled expression.
"I can feel it," she admitted softly, her voice trembling with frustration, "but it’s too heavy. I just can’t move it."
Agara observed her carefully, aware he could easily channel his own magic to soothe her turbulent mind. Yet he refrained, knowing he couldn’t remain long in Thegara. Soon, he’d have to rejoin Kai and tend to wounded soldiers on the battlefield, leaving Ren alone to confront the storm raging within herself. She had to learn this now.
"There were days that I was sitting in a cave just like this one and my sister, Anarya used to train me. I understand you." His heart was so heavy to recall those sweet and now bitter memories. The same day arrived and he was repaying his sister’s favor. That one kind sister, who accepted him as a brother while the others just loathed to be around him for him having human blood. "It is not your power that feels heavy," Agara gently corrected.
Ren straightened her shoulders and raised her eyes to meet his gaze.
"It is the fear of breaking the glass," he continued. "Don’t focus on avoiding damage; instead, focus solely on moving the water."
Her eyes widened in shock. Could he read minds? Because that was precisely what she had been doing, so fixated on the fragile glass that she’d forgotten her real goal was simply to move the water.