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."

whisper, squeezing Jackson's hand. And then I exhale again and turn back towards the stack of wood, concentrating on

my mouth. Because despite all of the horrible things that have happened, I do love the magic. 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 such

a deep and peaceful breath. And then I begin to experiment, making the flame go

something and make it burst into flames - I mean, as long as her visuals aren't

right that my magic is still a very destructive force, I miss the wind. Being able to turn it into

but that had been cool. And it had felt good and right, singing through my body. After all, that's how I

like when the fire danced along with me, moving as moved. The wind moves towards the fire which seems to reach for it, eager for the fresh oxygen that it brings.

"Is that you?" I ask, curious, nodding towards it. "Bringing in