ZAHRA
I thought it would be easy to learn to live without my powers. After all, I had already pretty much lived without them for three years, aside from the near two decades before they were awoken. However, it seemed harder to forget about them when I had full awareness of what I had lost.
It was true that, for most of my life, I had deemed my unique abilities a burden. From the day I got them when my home was destroyed by power-hungry wendigos, to the day my mate was driven to abandon me to keep me safe, my manipulation of light and water seemed to bring nothing but doom. I used to dream of getting rid of them, yet at the same time, I held on to them because I needed them to protect myself from the threats constantly coming our way.
In a way, it felt as though I had lost a part of me
