Chapter 3: Unusual Abilities

As Aria walked through the golden wheat fields and back to the familiar farm, she felt as if she were a traveler returning from a distant place. The sunlight still warmly embraced her, but at this moment, its touch could not dispel the chill in her heart brought by the miracle in the forest. Her family sat around the dining table, their laughter and talk interspersed with the light clang of silverware, while Aria's heart seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread, drifting towards the distant forest.

She sat among her family, smiling and listening, nodding occasionally, but her thoughts were like a runaway wild horse, galloping through the mysterious forest. Her fingers lightly touched her palm, where the warmth of the healing power seemed to still linger. She recalled how the creature's wings came back to life under her touch, that power, that connection, was so real, so astonishing.

After dinner, Aria made an excuse to quietly leave the lively table. She needed to be alone, needed time to digest everything that had happened today. Her steps unconsciously led her to the back of the barn, the place she called her secret corner. There, she lit a candle, the faint flame swaying in the night wind, as if waiting for her arrival.

Aria closed her eyes, took a deep breath, letting the coolness of the night and the warmth of the candle interweave in her chest. She tried to recreate that warm light, that healing power. She concentrated, focusing all her senses on her palm, where the power had once been the source. "Reveal yourself," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, "Let me see your true form."

At first, nothing happened. Aria felt a hint of disappointment, but it was quickly replaced by determination. She closed her eyes, recalling the feeling of that power flowing within her, the feeling of being connected to life. She said again, "Reveal yourself." This time, her palm began to emit a faint glow, weak but real, like the spark of hope in her heart. In that secret corner caressed by the night, Aria faced the flickering candlelight, her shadow dancing on the barn wall, as if it were another silent companion supporting her. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply, the air filled with the scent of hay and old wood, these familiar smells comforting her and focusing her more on the upcoming attempt.

She recalled the moment in the forest when her hand lightly touched the injured creature's wings, how the warm and powerful force emerged. She could feel that force flowing within her, like a warm spring, nourishing her soul. Now, she tried to replicate that feeling, to let that force emerge again.

"Reveal yourself," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, but more with determination. Her palm began to emit a faint glow, like a shy sprite revealing its true face for the first time. Aria's heartbeat quickened with the strengthening of the light, her eyes sparkling with wonder and joy.

She began to try to control this power, to make it stronger. She imagined the power as a river that she could guide in the direction she wanted. As she focused, the light grew brighter until her entire palm was surrounded by a soft glow. She felt as if she had become one with this power, she was the light, and the light was her.

But at that moment, a sudden chill interrupted her concentration. The candle flame suddenly went out, scattered by an invisible wind. A sense of alertness welled up in Aria's heart, and she felt an inexplicable fear. She looked around but found nothing. The power seemed to be resisting her control, becoming wild and no longer docile.

She tried to regain control, but the power was like a runaway wild horse, hard to tame. Aria felt she was about to lose control, her heart pounding like a drum, sweat sliding down her forehead. Her power, a part of her, had now become her enemy. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and used all her willpower to try to lock this power back deep inside.

After a fierce struggle, Aria finally felt the power gradually subside. She slowly opened her eyes and found that her palm was no longer glowing. She let out a sigh of relief, but her heart was filled with doubts. This power was obviously more complex and stronger than she had imagined. She realized that she must explore and use this power more carefully, otherwise, it might bring catastrophic consequences.

Aria stood up and brushed the dust off her body. She knew she needed more practice, more learning. Her power was a gift and a challenge. She was determined to master it, for herself and for those she loved. Aria stood in the secret corner she considered a haven, her heart pounding fiercely in her chest, as if echoing the power flowing in her blood. She tried to guide that warm light again, but this time, it was like an enraged beast, fiercely resisting her control.

"Reveal yourself," she commanded in a low voice, her voice trembling slightly. Her palm began to emit a faint glow, but soon, the light became wild, like trapped lightning, jumping in her palm, trying to break free from her constraints. Aria felt an unprecedented power challenging her will, it brutally assaulted her mental defenses.

Her vision began to darken at the edges, the power surged like a tide, almost drowning her consciousness. Aria felt as if she was standing in a turbulent ocean, and her power was the raging waves. She struggled to maintain her balance, but her heels had already begun to wobble.

Suddenly, a piercing cold wind swept through the entire barn, the candle flame was swallowed in an instant, leaving only Aria and her uncontrollable power facing each other in the dark. A real fear welled up in her heart, she had never felt so powerless. The power was no longer a part of her, but an independent entity, an opponent that wanted to conquer her.

Aria closed her eyes tightly, sweat sliding down her forehead, her breathing becoming rapid. She concentrated all her willpower, trying to bring the wild power back under control. She imagined herself as a solid dam, no matter how the waves of power冲击, she would not collapse.

"Go back!" she shouted with all her strength, her voice echoing in the empty barn. Her palm emitted a dazzling light, as if responding to her command, the power began to retreat, the light gradually stabilized, and finally returned to a level she could control.

Aria opened her eyes, and before her was a blurry light. She felt exhausted, but she knew she had done it. She had regained control of her power, she had conquered her inner fear. She realized that this power was not just a talent, it was a living existence, with its own will and life. She must respect it, understand it, to truly control it.

She slowly lowered her hand, allowing the power to slowly retreat back into her inner depths. She felt a new calm, a new connection. She was no longer a simple farm girl, she was a guardian with incredible power. Aria knew that her life would no longer be ordinary, her adventure had just begun. In that secret corner enveloped by silence, Aria had a fierce struggle with her power. The light in her palm became wild and unruly, as if it had gained self-awareness, resisting her control. Aria felt an unprecedented challenge, her power was no longer a docile pet, but a rebellious beast.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm within. "I cannot lose," she whispered to herself, her voice revealing determination. She closed her eyes, focused, trying to communicate with this power, seeking its source, its intent.

But at that moment, a more powerful force suddenly struck, like a cold hand reaching out from the void, tightly gripping her heart. Aria's breath caught, her world became dark and cold in an instant. This power was not her own, it was full of strangeness and hostility, trying to push her into the abyss of fear.

Her vision began to darken at the edges, the power surged like a tide, almost drowning her consciousness. Aria felt as if she was standing in a turbulent ocean, and her power was the raging waves. She struggled to maintain her balance, but her heels had already begun to wobble.

Suddenly, a piercing cold wind swept through the entire barn, the candle flame was swallowed in an instant, leaving only Aria and her uncontrollable power facing each other in the dark. A real fear welled up in her heart, she had never felt so powerless. The power was no longer a part of her, but an independent entity, an opponent that wanted to conquer her.

Aria closed her eyes tightly, sweat sliding down her forehead, her breathing becoming rapid. She concentrated all her willpower, trying to bring the wild power back under control. She imagined herself as a solid dam, no matter how the waves of power冲击, she would not collapse.

"Go back!" she shouted with all her strength, her voice echoing in the empty barn. Her palm emitted a dazzling light, as if responding to her command, the power began to retreat, the light gradually stabilized, and finally returned to a level she could control.

Aria opened her eyes, and before her was a blurry light. She felt exhausted, but she knew she had done it. She had regained control of her power, she had conquered her inner fear. She realized that this power was not just a talent, it was a living existence, with its own will and life. She must respect it, understand it, to truly control