Self-contained Rixa Storms can’t wait to escape the pressures of her mother’s religious, controlling thumb. Fleeing to college seems to be her only escape route, until she stumbles upon an opportunity to learn a unique power in a world called University Heights. But this unexpected ‘freedom’ she thinks she’s achieved holds a murky truth below its polished surface, and Rixa uncovers oppressive secrets the school has kept buried for years. As real and surreal worlds collide, and the pressure reaches a dangerous boiling point, Rixa realizes she may need to reassess what is truly shackling her—or risk being consumed by her awakened abilities.
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She snapped her fingers and summoned a cloud, sidestepping Charon onto its surface and taking off. She squinted against the force of the wind velocity, shot her hand up in the air and summoned a hailstorm of stalactites with all of her might.
Without missing a beat or slowing down, she bent down to slap the surface of the cloud. The plummeting stalactites froze, flipped, then ascended with the same velocity. They would have to come down at some point after she passed and Charon could deal with that.
She felt the power surging through her fingers; the cool mist shuddering off her form. Maybe she was angry. Charon’s methods of instruction were harsher than Azu’s and maybe he’d hurt her feelings.
Like a conductor, she swept her hands two and fro, leading the icicles in all directions. Up, down, sideways, circling, scattering.
When she suddenly lost their control and they shot toward her as a unit, she didn’t blink or pause. She weaved, sent her cloud in a downward arc, and made her getaway as the horde pursued her.
Charon smirked magnificently as he controlled the chase. Her controlled rage was his living soul’s best motivator.
About the Author:
Urban ninja and New York lover, I blended my top hobbies into Chaos (un)Controlled: reading, writing, and gaming. Quality graffiti being my favorite form of visual art, I lamented the loss of 5PTZ. My humble writing qualifications include a Bachelor’s in Journalism, membership in poetry circles, and a strong-willed determination and passion. “Truth Trebles” by definition is “Truth Resounds the Loudest.” As a verb, it echoes; as a noun, it refers to a harsh reality that no one wants to hear. Fun-fact: I don’t own an e-reader. I still like to feel the book in my hands and smell the pages. I’m running out of shelf-space.