Stepping back from the gravesite, Ava’s eyes widened in fear. Vera’s light jumped from her hand and scattered all around them into a ring of fire around the grave. The fire set the dark night ablaze with an orange-red, ominous glow. Ava could feel the power twitching her hands, looking down she saw the sparks of electricity escaping from her fingertips. This plan is never going to work, Ava thought in panic. This power will never allow Ava to break its hold.
"We tried to tell you - show you, but you won't see. This world needs this power and I am going to be the one to give it to them." Vera's voice echoed in the darkness as the fire rose higher around them.
“Vera, it’s not going to work,” Ava screamed over the roar of the fire.