Violet
He called it a spirit?
I sat on the bed, focusing on the force within me. Last time I'd used this power, it nearly killed me. But I couldn't just do nothing. I glanced at the stool across the room and flicked my finger lightly, trying to recall the sensation I felt when I had used it. The small stool at the other end of the room shifted, dragging across the carpet slightly and with a sudden jerk, it tugged towards me and rammed against my legs.
I jumped, the stool knocking sideways to the floor as I bent down and held my legs, feeling the throbbing pain that shot up my body.
I stared at the stool and the pain faded quickly. I also didn't feel weak from using the power. Something had changed.
I raised my hand, willing the stool to stand back up.
It did.
But a slight ache shot through my arm just as I heard a sudden knock at the door. The stool fell back down and I looked up, alarmed.
That wasn't Kael.
"May I come in?"
