Young Writers Society

Railyn rolled a blast of warm air in front of him, clearing out whatever was in front of him.

Thane hesitated. Well… there was only one way to do this. “Railyn,” Thane said, then paused. “Brace yourself.”

She searched out his energy in her mind, then began opening the floodgates to push hers into his.

Railyn turned to see what Thane was talking about.

Thane took in a deep breath, then shoved. The dam in her brain broke, magical energy flooding into Railyn as she pushed it his way.

Railyn felt a surge of energy fill his mind and his aura roared to life, like a wildfire that had started to become out of control. His tattoos shimmered with energy, like the dragons were itching to be released.

Thane tried to pull it back, easing the tides a little. She didn’t want to overwhelm him uncontrollably, just give him a little boost. She was struggling though, mainly because she was used to pulling someone else’s energy away from them for herself, not with giving them her energy. Pulling was like working a muscle, and giving it away was like relaxing that muscle, and she was finding it far easier to relax uncontrollably.

Railyn felt so much at once, but a lot of it was glee. This was what power felt like, right? Was this how having a godstone felt like?

The creatures or shadows or whatever they were were collapsing on them.

"Duck!" Railyn yelled.

Thane hit the ground immediately, feeling herself get a little dizzy. He was gulping it up. She steeled herself, tightened the muscle and tried to control the flow. She wasn’t going to let her drain her dry when he was barely using any magic. Endurance. That’s what she was good at.

Railyn breathed in, and his aura flared in tune with his breaths. He steeled himself and planted his feet. Using the magic, he brought to life fire extending through his tattoos, and curled his hands into a ball. Then, he shot his hands out, palms forward, so the dragons' maws were facing the enemies. His aura twisted upon itself into a building fire, and Railyn spun once, quickly. The fire wrapped around itself and consumed everything around them, avoiding Railyn and Thane.

Just as fast as the fire appeared, it vanished, leaving blackness that pulsated in his eyes.

Thane pulled her energy back and quickly built up a wall, cutting him off so she could breathe again. She felt like she’d just used her fog for an hour—that was to say, a little drained. She caught her breath, panting a little in the darkness.

Railyn laid his elbows on his knees and just let himself breathe for a moment.

After that moment, he shouted into the darkness. "You okay?"

Thane panted one more time, then said, “Yep.” She pushed herself up onto her knees.

"You're good, I'm good. Which means.....can we talk about what the hell just happened?"

Thane grimaced, wiping grime from her hands onto her pants. “Sure.”

Railyn plopped to the floor, looking in no particular direction because every direction was the same. "I have many questions and no answers."