Hanna

Enough was enough.

Tasia was tiring; I knew that much.

I was watching how she used the powers that we shared, trying to make sense of what exactly she was doing. She was moving in and out of consciousness, dipping into the dream realm, the spirit realm, to harness the powers she had there to bring them into our reality, creating massive, earth-trembling gusts of wind that knocked me down several times.

She was not as powerful as she thought. It ...