Althaea feared the Magi, but she had to know, what power bloomed inside her.
Balthasar sneered, “Peasant girl, you have no magic, now be gone!” Althaea flushed red.
“Are you deaf as well as simple, I said, be gone!”
Her pale blue eyes turned grey as storm clouds roiled within her stare.
A scream escaped her, exploding in the form of a million fiery moths.
As the mass of flittering flames swarmed the kingdom, she cast the storm from her eyes into the skies. Winds whipped up and rain rushed down.
The Magi were wrong.
About the Creator
Kimberly
I like to go deep, I love the great mysteries of life and have my own unique flavour of perspective and philosophy.
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