My hands shook as I pressed them to the cold stone, a flicker of fire scoring across my fingertips and a tendril of earth magic tainting my palm. This was no stolen power though; it was my own, the magic the stars had gifted me in truth and as I lay there aching, scarred, cursed and alone in the halls of this living hell, I began to laugh. I was nothing and no one, alive beyond death, forgotten and promised and now…something new.
Oh Shit
