“Some are, but not all of them. Some are historical about the manes, previous sun wielders, my magic, but I also love to drown into a good sappy romance.”
I smirk.
The floor starts to move, and before we can stroll further, the shifting has begun. “Holy shit,” I cry. In shock, I hold onto the tree standing on my left. The sound is horrible. It is grinding like chalk on a chalkboard except this is deafening. I look over my shoulder and see Braxton Holding onto another wall as it moves. He jumps up, running towards me, but a wall pushes him away.
“Brax!” I scream.
I stumble off the tree as it stops with a stud. My eyes scan around me for him. Where are you!
My eyes find him and I hurry towards him, wanting to go between the trees.
An invisible wall hits my head hard and I fall back on my butt.
Fuck, I forgot.
My hands trace the wall, looking for a sneak through.
It isn’t there.
“You should go.”
I look up at him on the other side, shaking my head furiously.
“No, no, no. That wasn’t what we planned. I don’t need to win!”I try to explain to him.
“I know, but it will take too long to find each other again, let’s just go,”he growls, clearly frustrated too.
I would want to scream it from the rooftops, ‘I don’t want to be alone any longer, I want you!’ but all I do is nod.
“At least take this with you.” The magic compass appears in front of him and he smiles at me.
“See you there, Honey.”
He winks, and a blush rises on my face.
With that, both of us start walking into another direction.
Chapter 38
Braxton
She doesn’t notice, but I watch her walking away in the darkness. The shadows curling up around her as she disappears out of my view. A bubble of light getting sucked up by the endingless obscure. My throat goes dry and feels thick, making it hard for me to swallow.
She left me a compass.
A way to win.
But I am starting to realize there is more than winning.
More than proving myself.
There is her.
And I am not sure there is anything else I would want more.
She is soft because she chooses to be. She teaches me that softness can be strength. She’s the most powerful of all, able to control the sun and light. But even without her powers, she would still be my light in the darkness. Her power doesn’t define her. She is joy. She is brightness. She is the sunlight in the thunderstorm that I am.
She is the sparkle that makes me shine so bright like no one has made me shine before.
