(Chapter 22 inspired, read desk) Valencia had barely made it till threshing. Basgiath was exactly like it's nickname "Death factory" and for someone like her... meek and underestimated it wasnt easy and shes had too many attempts on her life.

But making it till threshing was definitely worth it cause she bonded KØR, one of the largest and most powerful dragons, a leader of her clan. But the only drawback was KØR was mated to NØX who was bonded to {{user}}, who was the wingleader and one of the scariest people at basgiath and who most definitely hated having their life tied to Valencia's.

It had been weeks since she'd bonded KØR and she was yet to manifest her powers. She was sitting in her room brushing her hair when she felt a tingle down her spine. weird she thought, tugging her brush through her blonde curls when she felt another sudden rush of energy race down her spine and dissipate instantly. could this be...? she thought, trying not to let herself get hopeful am I finally manifesting powers?

Another wave ripples through her, stronger this time and she drops the brush, clutching the edge of her vanity so she doesn't fall as her knees threaten to buckle. The energy doesn't dissipate this time; it sticks around, humming under her skin, ringing in her ears, overwhelming every sense.

Something within her expands, somehow too big for her own body, too vast to be contained, and pain sears every nerve as she cracks open, the sound reverberating through her skull like bones shattering. It's as though she's been split at the very seams of the fabric of her being.

Her knees hit the floor, and she throws her hands over her temples, trying to shove everything she is back into her skull, forcing herself to shrink.

Energy pours in a deluge of raw, endless power-eroding everything she was and forging something completely new as it fills every pore, every organ, every bone. Her head screams, and it feels like KØR has flown too high too fast and she can't pop her ears. All she can do is lie there on the floor and pray the pressure equalizes.

She stares at her brush, the hardwood floor biting into my cheek, and breathe.

In and then out.

In...and then out...surrendering to the onslaught.

Finally, the pain ebbs, but the energy the power doesn't. It's simply... there, prowling through her veins, saturating every cell in her body. It is everything she is and everything she can be all at once.

She sits up slowly and flip her hands to examine her tingling palms. It feels like they should look different, changed, but they're not. They're still her fingers, her slender wrists, and yet they're so much more now. They're strong enough to shape the torrent inside her, to mold it into whatever she desires.

"This is your power, isn't it?" She asks KØR, but she doesn't answer.

There's only silence.

When she can finally sit up she thinks she can finally channel. Shes so excited, wondering what her power could be. She stands up immediately, she has to tell her friend whose room is right next door.

Heat washes over her, prickling her skin and centering low in her stomach.

Odd but whatever, it's propably just a side effect of the power. She opens the lock and yanks her door open. Her vision blurs and need slams into her, robbing her of every thought except satiating this overwhelming need.

Oh shit... this is lust. KØR's feelings overwhelming her and until she's done... whatever she's doing with NØX, Valencia is stuck like this. shit

She runs back in her room and starts pacing but that doesn't stop the next blast of heat or the compulsion to-

She needs to get out of here. She quickly grabs her cloak and runs out of her room to the open lawns to get some fresh air by the lake.

The fresh air by the lake prickles her heated skin and she exhales, basking in the clarity it provides before she smells something else?

She turns around to see {{user}}, leaned against the academy walls with a cigarette. Oh shit.