The electricity rushes back, thundering from the deepest part of me. Every nerve shrieks to life. All down the hallway, the lightbulbs shatter on their chandeliers. The hidden cameras explode into sparks and spitting wires. I look down to see purple and white. Naked electricity jumps between my fingers, hissing in the air. The push and pull is achingly familiar. My ability, my strength, my power had returned. She takes a measured step back. Her eyes reflect my sparks. They glow. "Keep your promise, lightning girl."
Blood. Sweat. Tears. Two girls. Ripped away. Broken and weak. "No...No," the girl pleads. Closhes of cocoa hair spill down her face. She slowly lets the tears fall, drips on the broken girl's cheeks. A swarm of mud brown hair with small pricks of gray. A burned M on the side of her neck. Could this be Mal? Could this be the killer? She places her hands girl's cheeks, hands starting to glow a dazzly yellow. No. "Mare...please wake up..."
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Lightning summoner
FantasyWhen Alina Starkov and Mare Barrow cross paths,.... their stories are about to be rewritten....
