Child of the Storm
“How did you discover this magic?” she asked. “Did you go through something similar?”
His horns faced the flat plain, as if he was trying to remember. “I found the heart of the sea when I was a child. My life was a throng of activity, always being pulled from one place to another. I’d run out to the spring to get away from it all, even if it was only a short way. It was when I took a moment to breathe and see what this land was when a warmth settled within me. A dark ocean entered my vision, and I stood in its middle. It was so quiet. I hovered just above the water, so as not to disturb it. This water went on forever, and no matter how far I ran, I would never see its edge.
“How would it feel if I touched this ocean? Would it be cold or warm? Would it slide away from my body or cling to it? So I did what any curious child would do — I dipped my toe in. A ripple emanated from my actions, and I counted them as they moved outward. Seven, there were, and as they moved, the sky above me closed. I was plucked out from my vision from the feeling of water on my cheek. When I opened my eyes, I found that I had created a storm.”