Like a wave of energy blasting her, she recognized the distinct sounds of a large battle in progress. Her adrenaline spiked, kept at bay for the last couple of hours, and now unleashed. “We need to store these packs,” she said to Cayan, tension rising in her voice. Cayan started to jog. “Cayan!” “I know, I’m looking for a sheltered place along the way,” he said. Their Gift, fueled with anxiety, and answering the call of their combined distress, rose like a beast from the depths. Surges of power spiraled outwards, whipping around her and flowing through her body. Bliss and pleasure, as well as aching joy, pumped out of nowhere, filling her and heightening her mind. Their power spread, pushed to heights neither were expecting, flowing down the hill and reaching toward the battlefield. “I feel great,” came Cayan’s startled surprise.
