Blain sighs. "What do I have to do to tame the magic." His eyes glowed with power, just as his fingur tips do. He snaps and a flame dances from his finguers. "I knew I had some magic I just chose not to use it."

Nicholas sat by the window breathing in the sweet air. Still his mind was not calmed. He felt a change in the air, but he could not define it. It was an apprehensive feeling, a feeling of watching, of waiting. He wished he could define what it was that troubled him, all he knew was the feeling that something was going to happen, and soon.