Chapter 18 - November 4, 2017 - Vincent I’m happy but worried at the same time. I remembered today was my ‘thing’ with Tempest, but my entire body… my whole self, it feels the same way it does, the same way it does when I lose control. Control of my powers. It’s such a horrid feeling. I could scorn or treasure my powers; I felt the former way at the moment. My powers, I thought, of which I got from a couple generations back— the magic in my bloodline is within me, but the control just isn’t. I never learned how to control them. Shame on me. Weirdly enough, I wasn’t supposed to inherit the powers, but I somehow did. See, Tempest needs a wand to use magic, one of which I gave her as a gift, from a practically ancient town shop in the same place my great-grandmother grew up. I decided it was easier to just live through it and eventually, the instinct would give into my hopeful attempt to control. But now isn’t the time for me to let loose. I almost wanted to go outside to use my powers right then, so they were weaker even if I accidentally attacked Tempest. Every now and then, I wish I had told her about this, this issue of mine. Then maybe she wouldn’t get too mad at me if I did end up lashing out… Tempest arrived at about the right time, a little past eleven. I welcomed her in and as I did, I considered putting on a little show by using my magic outside, and maybe that would allow me to be unable to attack her later; my powers had maximum capacity, making them controlled for a bit if I got the chance to vent them out. I tried to concentrate. Mom and I had been distant for a while, ever since the ‘incident’, so she really didn’t know what was going on. I decided that Tempest and I would make most out of her stay if we went out to eat together before going back and doing whatever else, so that’s exactly what she did. When we got back, I was really beginning to struggle to keep my powers in, but there was no way to blast them out without Tempest watching. After a while of us just talking, I gave in to my conscience. “I… There’s… There’s something I want to show you.” I found myself hardly concentrating on speaking, but my instinct would come through any moment if I wasn’t careful. When we went outside, I felt ready to do my thing. But it went all wrong.
