Aug 16, 2021 8:05:56 GMT -5
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Focusing Morgan pulled the water from the bucket, a raging sphere shedding mass almost as quickly as the very moisture from the air cooled and joined it. The sphere grew as Morgan stood with her hands spread about a foot apart, fingers claw-like in the air and sweat dripping down her brow. She opened her eyes with the rage of the oceans burning within the warm brown as she reached one hand out towards another bucket of water as the demigods crowded around her, she turned her pal up to the sky and pulled upon the water within as her muscles trembled. She pulled upon her father’s might even as her knees began to give out beneath the strain, drawing the other sphere in close and forcing the two together. The salt within the second sphere brought her strength as the oceans would always bring her strength, even just a drop could rejuvenate her and so as the spheres merged she stood up straighter. Prouder.
This display of power was simply for one reason; to display the might of the First Cohort. She took every opportunity to prove her worth and weight, Displaying her prowess and her own power to prove to those first wandering the path of the Legionnaire. To show them what they might be, one day. She took a step forwards and drew the water out into a flat, blade-like disk and twisting her neck, jaw toward the sky, she pushed her power out with a snarl spittle flying from her mouth and the water froze. Spinning like a blade, a blade of pure and clear ice. She turned the disk with her hands and then it split into four equal segments but before she could throw it outwards the water melted and crashed into the ground with a whoosh.
Faltering Morgan took one step forwards then she stumbled, falling to one knee with her breath heaving.
She let her hand hit the floor holding her up even as the demigods around her cheered, some taking to displaying their own gifts and others crowding around them as they did. Morgan closed her eyes and pulled upon the moisture in the ground, watching the salt water trickle through the grass towards her and feeling it wrap around her arm restoring even just a little of her strength. Enough to stand. She would need to push harder and harder until none of her half-brothers and half-sisters could match her, then beyond, to achieve what she truly desired but this display of might and discipline was a step she proudly took especially to do it in front of such a crowd upon her first attempt.
Focusing Morgan pulled the water from the bucket, a raging sphere shedding mass almost as quickly as the very moisture from the air cooled and joined it. The sphere grew as Morgan stood with her hands spread about a foot apart, fingers claw-like in the air and sweat dripping down her brow. She opened her eyes with the rage of the oceans burning within the warm brown as she reached one hand out towards another bucket of water as the demigods crowded around her, she turned her pal up to the sky and pulled upon the water within as her muscles trembled. She pulled upon her father’s might even as her knees began to give out beneath the strain, drawing the other sphere in close and forcing the two together. The salt within the second sphere brought her strength as the oceans would always bring her strength, even just a drop could rejuvenate her and so as the spheres merged she stood up straighter. Prouder.
This display of power was simply for one reason; to display the might of the First Cohort. She took every opportunity to prove her worth and weight, Displaying her prowess and her own power to prove to those first wandering the path of the Legionnaire. To show them what they might be, one day. She took a step forwards and drew the water out into a flat, blade-like disk and twisting her neck, jaw toward the sky, she pushed her power out with a snarl spittle flying from her mouth and the water froze. Spinning like a blade, a blade of pure and clear ice. She turned the disk with her hands and then it split into four equal segments but before she could throw it outwards the water melted and crashed into the ground with a whoosh.
Faltering Morgan took one step forwards then she stumbled, falling to one knee with her breath heaving.
She let her hand hit the floor holding her up even as the demigods around her cheered, some taking to displaying their own gifts and others crowding around them as they did. Morgan closed her eyes and pulled upon the moisture in the ground, watching the salt water trickle through the grass towards her and feeling it wrap around her arm restoring even just a little of her strength. Enough to stand. She would need to push harder and harder until none of her half-brothers and half-sisters could match her, then beyond, to achieve what she truly desired but this display of might and discipline was a step she proudly took especially to do it in front of such a crowd upon her first attempt.
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