The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0768 I slowly exhale as I concentrate on the little stack of wood at the center of the empty space between the tents that my mother lead us to. A little anxious, I glance around at all of the very flammable canvas fabric around us.

"Steady," Jacks murmurs, smirking down at me from his place at my side, sensing the direction of my thoughts. "You control it. You won't set the camp ablaze unless you want to."

I huff a laugh and shake my head, hoping that he's right. Then I glance to my other side, where mom, Cora, and Rafe are waiting, watching me carefully, impatient though they're trying to hide it. Jackson takes my hand and I feel the power start to flow between us. Just a trickle right now, but more at the ready whenever I want to pull on it.

"I mean, we're not going to have the darkness," I say, my voice small, my eyes moving to Cora's. She swallows hard as she nods to me, raising her chin. My mom steps closer to her sister, taking her hand. "Or...the wind."

"Flame is still great, Ari," Rafe murmurs, his green eyes wide and full of support. "It's kind of the important part. Let's just...see what you can do."

squeezing Jackson's hand. And then I exhale again and

It's warm and peaceful and right. I pull on Jackson's power then, letting the fire roar happily as it grows in size, far bigger than it should be with

to let the joy and the magic fill me, taking a deep and peaceful breath. And then I begin to experiment, making

without the wind. The fact that she can just look at something and make it burst into flames - I mean, as long as her visuals aren't interrupted..." Rafe and mom continue, discussing military applications, but I sigh and little and turn back to my happy little fire. Or,

if Rafe is right that my magic is still a very destructive force, I miss the wind. Being

through my body. After all, that's how I had been able to move it

towards the fire which seems to reach for it, eager for the fresh oxygen that it brings. I smile when the wind plays with the tendrils of fire, letting them grow a little, pulling

Cora. "Is that you?" I ask, curious, nodding