A Spark Reclaimed

Arthur watched as Aleks' hands shaking, not from fear, but from sheer, stunned exhilaration. The glow beneath his skin pulsed stronger now, tracing every vein with a brilliance that seemed almost too bright for the dimly lit room. It was new, raw, something barely grasped but undeniably his.

Aleks' breath hitched. He locked eyes with Arthur, the question unspoken but clear.

What now?

Arthur held his gaze, steady as ever. "Just keep in mind what you're currently doing." He said, voice firm but calm. "You'll have plenty of time to practice. Don't panic."

Aleks exhaled sharply, but he didn't look away. He knew it, deep down, knew that if he let himself worry, if he second-guessed this breakthrough, he might lose it. Magic was fickle that way.

He could feel the power settling into him, warming his blood, and the last thing he wanted was to let it slip through his fingers.