The Mind Of A Girl Whose Magic Is Spastic And Uncontrolled
My quiet analysis of my own thoughts and fears, specifically on my magic ability.
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05/31/21
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Chapter 3
I was told how to "see" the well of my magic. Where this chaos comes from. Why I can't cast a single spell without overcharging it.
I have to.
Following the instructions, I turn my mind inward. I focus on my core. And I see where the chaos came from.
It is not the glowing orb of energy they described it as.
My source-it is a blazing ball of scarlet flame, blazing as brightly as a thousand suns. If I had to turn that into a normal-sized spell, I would be screwed. I want a normal amount of magical energy. I wish I did have a normal amount. But I cannot suppress this inferno. Loud pops and bangs surround my head.
Sparks.
I snatch up the birch wand I call mine. This deters the sparkage a bit. But it is substituted by yellow fire floating just beyond the end of the wand. I will the fire to shut up and- It does? It actually-
Wait, no, no. I have to quit doing this. My mind wanders when I get things right, and my emotions cause a flare-up in the inferno. I have to stop this.