Mary Sullivan

Hiro's Magic

There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Hiro knew they usually spent their mornings snoozing and sunning themselves on Heaven Mountain. She was not used to the sight that she now beheld, the usually monstrous, threatening creatures were being playful! Short puffs of smoke escaped their nostrils as they seemed to laugh? Laugh, really!? She had her shield and a safe spot on the mountain crest to observe this unusual spectacle. Where she was nestled overlooked her beloved Valley, her sanctuary. It was not ordinarily something she had to share with others, the Valley was small but full of endless delights, the most important of which was peace. Peace for her to gather her thoughts and to recalibrate herself. Over the last month she had been channelling her lifeforce into a power she suspected she had. A power that felt like a tingly, electrifying mist from her third eye. It came in waves from moments she felt a threat or imminent danger. Her dear Mother had said that it was a gift inherited from her grandmother, Freyja, and in order to hone it, there was a crucial need for her to practice. Calm and quiet helped her to understand and recognise where and when her magic grew from.