After two exhausting hours of attempting to pour the water out using the Air Force, Ren's shoulders sagged, sweat streaming down her back. The cave's cool air proved that it wasn't the heat draining her strength; rather, it was her inability to summon her power without external help or the compelling force of fear.
"Listen," Agara said firmly, pacing slowly around her seated form, "if you always depend on fear to awaken your magic, you'll soon find yourself spoiled. Find that significant door inside you, the one that allows the current of power to surge into your fingertips. You already sense the core of your magic, stop doubting yourself."
Ren had sat motionless on a large flat stone, thin streams of water slipping quietly around its base. A solitary hole in the cave ceiling allowed a shaft of gentle sunlight to filter through, illuminating her troubled expression.
