I know better than to be brash and emotional. It is why I was so much more powerful than my own family, who were already at an impossible strength. Being in control is what has gotten me this far. Breaking that control for a small cat is stupid, no matter how pleased wild magic is about it. But I was tired. Tired of the endless control, the endless strength, the endless power. Power was not the gift humans and supernaturals alike were convinced it was. Power was a curse. One I’d keep on bearing.
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