Uncontrollable

Chapter Twenty-Eight

As a last resort, the man sent a small gust of wind — all that he could muster in his mangled state — to try to stop me, but it barely blew the hair on my head.

Seeds rose up to my right and slammed into the man, making his screams louder than before. I looked over, still focusing on willing the fire to grow stronger and larger.

Vanessa was standing, her face twisted in concentration, the iris of her eye turned an emerald color.

With a smile, I stopped urging the fire to grow and thrive. After a few moments, it sputtered and died, but the man was already too maimed to do anything else.

"We need to get to the force field," Bruno said once more and we took off through the woods. The air around me stung as it hit the open cuts on my face.

I dodged a low-hanging branch and kept running, my feet crushing leaves beneath me and my heart rate picking up.

The world encircling me had turned to a blur. 

Neither Bruno, Vanessa, nor I said a word as we sprinted toward the field where we found Vanessa. When the clearing, came into view, my footsteps sped up by nature. There were many wizards scattered across the field, some dueling with an opponent, the rest standing miscellaneously between the fights sending blasts of different elements at the wizards who were fighting.

"What do we do?" I asked between sharp breaths as we took a break before charging into a battle.

"We fight. Wherever we are needed," Bruno answered quickly. I pulled my soaking wet coat tighter around my shivering body as a cold wind blew through the field.

"How do we know who is friend and who is foe?" Looking at the field filled with fighters, I couldn't see any difference.

"Our foe's always dress in black," Vanessa explained hurriedly, looking toward the field as if preparing to fight.

"So basically, I attack all the ones in black?" Once either Bruno or Vanessa clarified, I was ready to go running back into battle.

Bruno nodded. With that information, I sprinted towards the group of fighters, ready to defend the Base. These people had helped me tremendously through my small journey and I was ready to pay them back for it.

I dodged a pillar of flame sent at my by one of the women dressed in black who wasn't in combat, and sent one flying back at her. She produced a shield before the flame hit her.

More flames were sent flying from her, taking the shape of a bird about to eat me. Magic was already buzzing at my finger tips, waiting to be used. I outstretched my index finger and sent jets of water flying toward the bird, putting it out without an issue.

The woman across from me squinted her flaming eyes as if sizing me up. Her jet-black hair was still as she remained unmoving. I smiled at her stupidity and reached into my soul, feeling my connection with the earth. As I tuned into that connection, I could suddenly feel the people running on the ground and I had total control over it.

I let my soul toward the path of ground the woman was standing on used my magic to yank it out from under her.

She was tossed into the air, the patch of ground going with her.

Her face looked too shocked to do any magic to prevent her from slamming into the ground head first. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she laid on the ground twitching slightly.

"You," a voice from behind me came, his tone more deadly than death itself. I spun around to see a burly man with identical hair as the woman I'd just killed fuming. His face was redder than a beat but the expression he wore on his face signaled it was due to anger not embarrassment.