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Daily #30
3/30/2024
210 words
Something strange happened.
It was like any other day, except something was wrong. Very wrong.
The wind blew at me rather than with me, pushing against me. And the ground now molded with each step I took. I couldn’t manipulate the wind, a part of me like breathing taken away.
It took me a moment to realize what had happened, I could control the earth now, not the wind.
The solid dirt beneath my feet, rather than the soft breezes in my hair.
I’d learned to control the untamable, the free spirited stubborn gusts. I didn’t know how to control something so malleable, but sturdy.
But I felt the ground. I felt each vibration and the subtle shifts as I walked across it.
I tried manipulating it, but the ground beneath me shifted with the chunk of dirt I tried shifting.
With wind, fire, and most abilities, you have the earth to ground you. The most damage I could do to my stance with wind was knocking myself over. But without a sturdy base, I can’t manipulate as easily as I could.
I laid down in my bed that night, staring at the ceiling. Hoping that this was all a dream. That I could go back to bending the air.
3/30/2024
210 words
Something strange happened.
It was like any other day, except something was wrong. Very wrong.
The wind blew at me rather than with me, pushing against me. And the ground now molded with each step I took. I couldn’t manipulate the wind, a part of me like breathing taken away.
It took me a moment to realize what had happened, I could control the earth now, not the wind.
The solid dirt beneath my feet, rather than the soft breezes in my hair.
I’d learned to control the untamable, the free spirited stubborn gusts. I didn’t know how to control something so malleable, but sturdy.
But I felt the ground. I felt each vibration and the subtle shifts as I walked across it.
I tried manipulating it, but the ground beneath me shifted with the chunk of dirt I tried shifting.
With wind, fire, and most abilities, you have the earth to ground you. The most damage I could do to my stance with wind was knocking myself over. But without a sturdy base, I can’t manipulate as easily as I could.
I laid down in my bed that night, staring at the ceiling. Hoping that this was all a dream. That I could go back to bending the air.