Emelisa

“Time runs still as I raise my palms. I align them with King Baldyr’s heart. For Orïsha, I think to the fallen maji. I set the lightning free— With a roar, King Baldyr raises one of the medallions. He holds it up to my attack. All at once, my lightning goes haywire. It spreads across the black sands, missing its mark. Though Skulls are fried below, King Baldyr stands unharmed. The medallion glows in his hand as it takes control of mine. He whispers the command again, and my eyes bulge. It’s like a hand squeezes around my heart.”
― Tomi Adeyemi, Children of Anguish and Anarchy

“Even with all my training, I’ve never felt so weak so powerless so out of control.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless