Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 155

Chapter 154: Grace: Arcana (I)

Lyre waits until I’m calm again, her chin still resting in her palm as she watches me.

"I don’t get it," I finally admit, scrubbing my hands over my face again. It’s not that I’m trying to hide, but just... the pressure and darkness helps me feel a little better. A little less dizzy and lost with the information thrown at me.

Anchors. Divinity. Gods. Fate...

"What don’t you get?"

"Everything. I understand what you’re saying, it just... doesn’t feel real." Like Lyre’s making up a story.

"Hmm." Her fingers tap against the table again. "Well, it’s understandable. You’ll come to know more with time, but it’s against us at the moment. More importantly, Grace, there are things you need to do, now that Chaos has opened your door."

Somehow, I know I’m not going to like whatever she has to say.

"What things?"

"Well." Cool fingers touch the back of my hands, and I pull them away from my face to blink at the rainbow-haired woman in front of me. Lyre smiles faintly. "First, you need to learn to harness your power. I hear you can see arcana now?"

I nod.

"It’s a bit fast, but I suppose I should thank Chaos for this gift, at least. Can you see it at will? Or only when you’re in the middle of your..." Her index finger swirls in the air. "...shenanigans?"

I blush.

"Only when I touch Caine. They look like golden threads."

of order." Again with the tapping as she frowns. "Can you

exactly. I can touch it sometimes. I can’t really... stop it. I tried to squeeze it, and it worked a little." We just won’t tell her about the

needs to see the

feel when you touch

thinking back. "Warm. Almost like a wiggling rope and water at the same time, but sometimes I can’t feel

table again. "It sounds like your perception and expression are on different

at

inch of your skin. Everything in this world is made of arcana. If you want to control it, you need to manipulate it from its basest form. Don’t think of it as water, or air, or even a rock. Base arcana is most similar to a gas." She makes a fist with a wry smile. "No matter how much you try to hold onto it,

This makes some sense. I nod. "So

it roads and direction, and it will follow your will. If you know where it’s coming from, it’s

a sledgehammer to a

arcana, I’m not yanking it out of its proper existence. It comes to me on my order. I absorb it, and therefore it’s mine." Slowly, a faint, fuzzy ball of golden light appears in her hand. "Try to call it to you. It should be easier, since I’ve already corralled

out my hands, palms facing upward, the awkwardness making my fingers tremble slightly. The ball of golden light hovers between Lyre’s hands, pulsing gently

Nothing.

My jaw tightens with frustration. Last night with Caine,

feel it?" Lyre asks, her cat-like eyes studying my

all new to me. It would make sense to fail. And yet

by powerful people, relying on them to keep me safe. I want power, too. At least enough to

thought... after last night with Caine, I really thought I’d

I’m some mythical being called an Anchor, capable of influencing gods, and I can’t

life I’ve led so far, but then

her hands forward until they’re beneath

us. As she slowly pulls her hands away,

"Oh!"

gentle, but the heat it emits is something beyond

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