Once the tension is gone, I take a moment to breathe deeply to calm the adrenaline racing through my veins and making me tremble.
Even if I let off steam on this beast is not glorious, it did me a lot of good! I realize that I really needed to evacuate all this tension that I had accumulated lately.
I can also feel the loss of energy that my little pyrotechnic trick cost me. The energy I lost makes me frown, I'm sure creating a simple fire shouldn't have robbed me of so much strength.
Egan stares at me and I can feel his confusion, what else is wrong with him? I wish he could speak because I don't understand what is causing his confusion. However, given his age, it's already a miracle that he manages to communicate with me.
As if to prove to me that he is capable of communicating, he sends me a souvenir:
"Glad you chose me as your partner, I could have been that panther in the tree if you had attacked me"
He sends me his doubt and his anger to make me fully understand what he is thinking.
"Egan what do you blame me for?" I didn't lie to you, if you had attacked me then, I probably wouldn't have survived."
He sends me a souvenir again.
He is running. Everything is blurry, a mixture of green and brown colors: I see bushes, trees and grass. Panic runs through his veins. The vision calms down when I see myself, I have only a short time to dwell on his point of view on me, I note all the same that I have a slender look, borderline skinny and I have to do it on sight. eye 140cm.
Surprise paints my face and my voice resounds the next moment "Jump!" ". Barely two seconds later, Egan is thrown forward under the blast of my magic and the raised earth that is summoned behind his back. The fall does not seem to cause him any damage.
He gets up immediately and turns around to see what just happened, I can see the fate I inflicted on the panther.
She is held suspended above the ground, impaled by a stake of earth running through her abdomen. She roared in pain as she tried to struggle but only managed to impale herself a little more.
She can only squeal in agony as she still struggles trying to get out of the stake holding her.
Egan watches her agonize for a long time before finally dying from her wound.
The show is quite hard, horror and shame seize me when I see the beast suffer so long, struggling with the energy of despair. She too was just trying to feed herself to survive, she didn't deserve this fate.
Another memory hits me before I even had time to recover from the previous one.
I see this from behind, summoning fire above the palm of my hand but a few seconds later when the wolf takes an attack posture, the fire stirs.
Shit ! No wonder the spell wore me out more when I hadn't estimated it! The fire that was about the size of my palm now looks like a ball of fire that is now the size of my head.
I was focused on the wolves at the time... But still, how could I miss the size of that fire? The ball of fire does not seem very stable, its outline performs a dance of flames and gives the illusion of having a will, of wanting to unleash.
The vision blurs and before I have a chance to ask Egan what's going on, I now feel the warmth that emanated from my spell. Egan who is a dragon is affected by it.
Yet I didn't feel anything at that moment, I didn't have any burns on my body and my clothes didn't burn either...
As I'm thrown into confusion, vision becomes clear again and I can see my fireball shrink back to its original size.
The vision becomes slightly blurry again and Egan has to focus on the warm feeling he was feeling at the time because I feel it too. It has multiplied, Egan now can no longer stand the heat that emanates from me and makes several leaps away from me so as not to suffer burns.
My concentrated fire gives off an unbearable heat to the feeling of Egan more it crackles, the sound is perfectly audible to me since his memory.
Egan barely had time to return to me to see the moment when I sent my fire on the wolf. The ball implodes on impact, I had heard the sound of an explosion on impact but I had thought it was due to the shock of the fire which hit the wolf at high speed, however Egan has a better point of view from where he is. It wasn't the physical shock of the encounter between my fire and the wolf that sent him flying back but the shock wave created by the implosion of my spell on contact with him.
Even Egan only managed to catch a glimpse of motion blur as my ball sped towards the wolf. How fast could I have sent my spell?
The wolf is now on the ground and charred, its front legs no longer attached to its body. I don't know if his legs burned or if they detached from the implosion.
Egan fixes his gaze on the point of impact with the wolf. Where there was grass a moment ago there is now a spherical crater bigger than me charred.
I understand now why Egan does not want to believe me...
My fire spell didn't turn out the way I wanted it to and I didn't even realize it, I was focused on the threat of the wolves, on my emotions not on my own fate. I had no control...
My dirt spike impaled the panther with precision as she and Egan ran. The spell worked perfectly well. So why did my fire spell react this way?
He could have smashed me in the face or even burned Egan if he hadn't backed off in time. I was overconfident, magic is dangerous in many ways but also supposed to be instinctive… So why did my spell turn out this way?