The early sun crept through the trees as I stood in the clearing, my breath coming in rapid spurts. Lyra folded her arms and regarded me intently.
"Pay attention, Freya," she urged forcefully. "Your inner strength is like a river. You will drown if you resist. You must go with the flow.
I felt the fire rising beneath my skin as I tightened my fists. I'm making an effort, but it's... overwhelming.
Lyra remarked, "You're holding back." "Release it."
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Wild and untamed, the energy rushed through me. In an attempt to channel it, I held up my hands, but it burst out of me like a tempest. Trees broke and split, and the ground trembled.
"Stop, Freya! Lyra yelled.
However, I was unable to. The strength pulled me beneath because it had its own will. I felt things getting out of control and panicked.
