Elvin Princess

by Francheska Fifield

  Well, that went well. I wave a hand and the wind blows out the fire. He gets up and stomps on the area to make sure it is out and not still smoldering.

  “Okay let’s move on to the other elements and healing.”

  “There's nothing to heal.”

  I bite my lip, summoned fire and burn myself.

  “Ugh that hurts!”

  He shoot up and grabs my wrist holding my injured arm still and glaring at me as the pain goes away and he flinches. The damn spell the healer laid on us is still active it seems. He is still able to take away all my pain, which makes teaching him harder because eventually, he might decide to stay in pain so I will feel bad and stop burning myself. He doesn’t though. He heals my arm almost as well as a healer.

  Most Elves can do healing magic but the things like tying two life forces together or refueling someone’s energy is something only healers can do. If you have the ability you become a healer, no ifs or buts. I have never met anyone that minded; healers are well off and treated with reverence and respect.

  “Well done Viktor.”

  “Stop burning yourself to test me.”

  “Stop fearing fire so you can master it and I can stop worrying about you needing to heal people.”

  “I wouldn’t really burn you!”

  He turns away. He hugs his knees and avoids looking at me. I know he was berating himself. He is afraid he will burn me and that is the problem.

  I sit behind him and wrap my arms around his shoulders.

  “Viktor I didn’t mean me. I know you wouldn’t hurt me on purpose. But you don’t know what could happen if you lose it again. You need control so you can be sure.”

  He nods and grabs my arms squeezing. It is more about comfort for him than anger at me.

  “Don’t worry we will teach you and make it work. Things will be fine.”

  “They aren’t fine I am still having nightmares.”

  “I will spell them away. You can sleep safely at night. I’ll make the spell light so it won’t interfere with your ability to sense if I am in danger while you are sleeping.”

  He sighs not responding. He has been looking ragged lately.

  “Alright let’s head back to the castle. We can practice later.”

  “You haven’t practiced yet.”

  I stand closed my eyes and open my arms. The sky darkens, thunder shakes the earth, lightning bounces from cloud to cloud, and the rain pours from the sky. But our area stays dry. I let fire shoot out of me in all directions but poof out of existence on impact so nothing burns down. The wind blows and a cyclone jumps from sky to land and back. I close my fists and everything stops and clears. It is once again a clear beautiful day.

  I drop and sit on my knees panting for a bit. I still lack the control I want. I am getting better but my father and aunt can do all this without batting an eyelash. I meanwhile feel drained when I do tricks like this.

  “You say you lack control but I think you are a fine example of what I need to get.”

  “I suppose I am learning control. But I lack the stamina I should have with this much power. I am pulling it and feeling drained and I shouldn’t.”

  He grabs my hands and pulls me up walking hand in hand with me to the horses and helps me up.

  “Let’s go. You need to rest.”

  I nod. I need more practice, we both do but it won’t happen overnight. We have time to learn, time to perfect. We have each other to look out for one another while we figure it all out.