Third person's POV
Aiden stood still, shocked by what had just happened. When he became uncomfortable with the blood tricking down from his nose, he quickly wiped it with the back of his hand. And the taste of iron lingered in his mouth.
"Did I really do that?" He whispered to himself. His voice was barely louder than the leaves rustling in the wind.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm down. The smell of dirt and trees filled his nose, helping him focus.
Then he closed his eyes and tried to make it happen again. He could hear birds chirping and the wind blowing through the trees as he concentrated.
But nothing happened.
Aiden felt frustrated.
"Come on." He growled, clenching his fists.
Still nothing.
"If truly I did that earlier, I should be able to make it happen again. So why?" He said, furrowing his eyebrows.
After trying for a minute, Aiden gave up with a heavy sigh.
