Emma’s thoughts raced as she stood there, her siblings’ expectant gazes fixed on her. The weight of their anticipation pressed down on her like a physical force, and she struggled to decide what to do.

Ellie sat with her arms crossed, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips. Her deep blue eyes sparkled with curiosity, as if daring Emma to surprise her. Ethan, on the other hand, leaned forward slightly, his eagerness palpable. His silver-white hair caught the dim light, giving him an almost ethereal glow as he waited.

What should I show them?, Emma thought, her mind flitting between ideas.

Her thoughts settled briefly on the Bomb Stones she had crafted after analyzing Maverick’s intricate patterns. The memory of their volatile power sent a shiver down her spine. No, she decided firmly. That’s too dangerous.

Her mind then wandered to the hand technique she had learned from Maverick.. the one that could produce fire. The flickering flames had been mesmerizing, but Ellie would see through it immediately. It wasn’t magic in the traditional sense, and Emma knew her sister would call her out on it.

The silence stretched, and Emma felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She had to say something.

“Can you guys explain some of the things you’ve learned?” she finally asked, her voice tentative but steady enough to mask her nerves.

Ellie and Ethan exchanged glances, their silent communication so seamless it was almost annoying. After a moment, they both nodded, as if coming to an unspoken agreement.

Ethan was the first to stand. He straightened his posture, puffing out his chest slightly in a way that made Emma stifle a laugh. His deep blue eyes shone with pride as he began.

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“The Ice magic I showed earlier? I created that myself,” he said, his voice tinged with the kind of confidence only a twin could flaunt without hesitation.

Emma couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “Of course you did.”

“Beginner magic or not,” Ethan continued, ignoring her teasing tone, “it’s pretty useful. I’ll teach you if you want.”

He leaned in closer, his expression suddenly more serious. “Here’s how it works. Ice magic is like... a mix of air and water. You have to feel it, you know? My teacher explained that it’s about gathering positive air and replacing the heat.... the negative air.... with water. The more positive air you collect, the colder it gets. That cold then condenses the water into ice.”

Emma tilted her head, processing his explanation. Ethan grinned at her, clearly proud of his ability to teach. “So, dear sister student, do you understand?”

“Sister? Yes. Student? Absolutely not,” Emma shot back, smirking. “But yeah, I get it.”

Satisfied, Ethan plopped back onto the couch, his grin widening as if he’d just won an unspoken competition.

Ellie rose next, her movements graceful and deliberate. She adjusted her long, dark blonde hair, which had been slightly tousled by the earlier magic, and looked at Emma with an almost maternal air.

“Wind magic,” she began, her voice carrying a weight of authority. But before she could continue, Emma and Ethan interrupted in perfect unison.

“You can’t explain it,” they said, smirking at each other before looking back at Ellie.

Ellie paused, blinking at them before bursting into a light laugh. “Alright, fine. I forget the exact explanation they gave us at school,” she admitted, her smile unabashed.

“We understand,” Emma and Ethan said together, their synchronized response drawing another laugh from Ellie.

“But here’s what I can say,” Ellie continued, her tone softening. “Just… feel the wind. Let it guide you. You’ll understand when it happens.” Her voice carried a certainty that made Emma pause.

Emma nodded slowly, rising to her feet. “Just feel the wind,” she murmured, almost to herself.

Closing her eyes, she tried to drown out the sounds of the room... the faint rustle of fabric as Ellie sat down, the steady breathing of her siblings. She focused on her own heartbeat, its rhythm grounding her as she inhaled deeply.

The words of her siblings echoed in her mind. Feel the air, gather the positive… Just feel the wind.

Emma exhaled, steadying herself. The room seemed to grow quieter, as if the very air around her was waiting for something to happen.

And then…