Emma closed her eyes, the soft gentle hum of energy pulsing through her body. It was an unfamiliar.. and familiar at the same time.. warm, yet tinged with a chill that prickled her skin. The duality of it made her feel both comforted and exhilarated, as though the very elements themselves were coursing through her veins.
Her siblings’ words echoed in her mind like a mantra: Feel the air, gather the positive… Just feel the wind.
Emma reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as she extended her right hand. The air around her seemed to shift, almost as if responding to her intent. A faint shimmer appeared, subtle at first, but quickly growing more tangible. The air grew dense, cool tendrils wrapping around her hand like a living entity. Slowly, the shimmer began to crystallize, merging with the icy energy she had summoned.
An orb of swirling air and frost materialized in her palm, its form delicate yet fierce. The mixture of wind and ice crackled softly, emitting a faint glow. Emma stared at it, her heart racing slightly.
Can I imbue it… into myself?.. she whispered, the thought barely audible even to her.
The magic answered like a manifestation, even before she could make a conscious decision. The icy aura expanded, seeping from her hand and spreading across her body. Her skin tingled as the energy enveloped her, forming an ethereal armor of frost and wind. Each movement she made sent chill faint trails of snow and mist spiraling in her wake, as if the very air around her celebrated her presence.
Ellie gasped softly, her usual composed demeanor breaking for just a moment. Ethan’s eyes widened, a mixture of pride and astonishment lighting up his face.
Emma took a step forward, and the icy aura followed, leaving behind a shimmering aftereffect... a fleeting ghost of frost and air that faded as quickly as it appeared. She moved again, this time faster, and another afterimage bloomed in her wake, more vivid than the last.
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She paused, glancing at her siblings. Their expressions were frozen in awe, their gazes locked on her.
Taking a deep breath, Emma allowed the energy to gather again slowly, pulling it back from her body to concentrate in her hands. The frost and wind coalesced, swirling faster and faster until it formed a glowing sphere of icy brilliance. With a swift motion, she launched it skyward.
The orb ascended gracefully, almost lazily, before it collided with the ceiling. There was a moment of silence, a brief suspension of time, and then it burst.
The room filled with an explosion of snowflakes and wind, the tiny fragments of ice cascading down like a gentle winter storm. The air was cool, crisp, and alive with magic. The snowflakes danced around them, carried by the swirling gusts, before settling on their skin and hair.
Ellie broke the silence first, her voice soft but full of admiration. “That was beautiful, Emma.”
Ethan nodded, his awe evident despite his attempt to remain casual. “Well… it was good,” he said, pausing dramatically before breaking into a grin. “No, actually... it was great! How did you do that?”
Emma blinked, still caught in the lingering euphoria of the magic. “I… I don’t really know,” she admitted, her voice quieter than usual. “It just… felt natural.”
Before any of them could say more, a soft creak interrupted their moment. They turned in unison to see their mother, Vivian, standing in the living room doorway. Her serene unique white eyes gleamed in the dim light, and her expression carried a mixture of amusement and affection.
Without a word, the siblings exchanged a glance. “Goodnight, Mom,” they said in perfect harmony, their voices overlapping as they moved to leave the living room.
Vivian chuckled softly, the sound warm and melodic. “Goodnight,” she murmured, watching them retreat to their respective rooms before turning and heading back to her own.
As Emma lay in bed, the memory of her magic lingered. She replayed the moment in her mind, though she had used magic in the artificial dungeon, she still felt this was different... the rush of power and the awe in her siblings’ eyes made it more memorable. A smile tugged at her lips, soft and genuine, as she closed her eyes and drifted into a beautiful and perfect harmonious sleep.