Prowess

Viola nodded.

“I can show you what I do, but I don’t think it can be learned. My father had a destructive touch. Anything he wanted, he could turn to rubble. My mother, on the other hand, could create life by just imagining it. I remember her making me a golden retriever when I was little.”

She reached over to the flowers they had on the windowsill. With Europa’s approval, she drained the life from them, and the aura of life, green sparkling orbs, appeared in her hands. She reached of the Niles, who was a bit hesitant, and placed the life into him.

“That should make him fell a bit better now,” she continued. “ I’m not going to go around killing all our plants, so that will have to do.”

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