Chapter 215- The Air Shifts
Tarria
The morning sun poured over the training grounds. The scent of morning dew mixed with the faint burn of energy as the young warriors sparred and shifted through their drills. For the past few weeks, I’d been the one leading them—at least, when it came to control and balance. Lexy had stepped back, insisting I take charge of training while she observed. She said it was time I trusted myself as much as she trusted me.
So, there I stood, commanding the field with a confidence that still felt new but real. My voice didn’t waver anymore when I called out orders. My power no longer trembled beneath my skin, waiting to explode or vanish. It answered me like a loyal extension of who I was.
“Good—hold that stance!” I shouted as two of the younger warriors held a combat lock. “Remember, it’s not just about power—it’s about control. You don’t need to crush your opponent to win. You need to outthink them.”
Lexy stood off to the side, calm and radiant even in her pregnancy, her hands resting gently on the curve of her belly. The triplets were due any day now, but she refused to sit still. Even from a distance, I could feel her power humming—gentle, restrained, protective. She smiled when our eyes met, that same knowing look that said she was proud.
I had grown into the strength she once saw in me, and it was because of her guidance.
But then—everything changed.
It was subtle at first. The wind shifted unnaturally, cold cutting through the warmth of the day. Every warrior stopped mid-motion, sniffing the air, sensing the sudden wrongness that threaded through the breeze. My instincts flared immediately—something wasn’t right. The earth trembled, faint but unmistakable, like the pulse of an approaching storm.
I turned sharply toward Lexy.
Her smile had faded. Her hand, once steady on her belly, clenched into a fist. A halo of light began to shimmer around her—fiery gold threaded with deep crimson and traces of dark violet, an unsteady fusion of the powers she carried. The air thickened, crackling with heat and energy.
“Lexy?” I called out, my voice low but urgent.
She didn’t answer. Her eyes had gone distant—glowing faintly, the mark of her link to the divine energy inside her flaring uncontrollably.
The triplets—her unborn children—were responding.
“Everyone, back!” I commanded, projecting authority. The warriors obeyed instantly, retreating to the perimeter. My focus narrowed to Lexy as the wind around her began to whip violently, stirring dust and leaves into spirals.
I ran to her side just as she doubled over, one hand gripping her stomach, the other reaching out toward me but not quite making contact. Her aura was burning too hot, too bright. I could feel her power bleeding out in waves—untamed, surging as if her very soul was splitting between the power of light and darkness she carried.
“Tarria—” Her voice was barely a whisper, hoarse and trembling. “They’re—coming too soon…”
Her knees buckled. I caught her before she hit the ground, the force of her power nearly throwing me back. I gritted my teeth, tightening my hold on her. “I’ve got you, Lex. Just breathe.”
But breathing wasn’t enough. Her body was radiating pure heat, the balance she’d mastered slipping away. The ground beneath us cracked, glowing faintly where her energy touched it.
I reached out with my own power, trying to steady her aura—smoke and shadow flowing from my palms to wrap around her like a cooling veil. I focused on containment, on drawing away the excess before it burned her from the inside out.
“Hold on,” I whispered. “I’m getting you to Dr. Bennett.”
She shook her head weakly, trying to speak, but I didn’t let her finish. I shifted my stance, summoning the strength of the shadows beneath us. They rose at my command, solidifying into tendrils that lifted us both. In a flash, I sent a mind-link to the guards near the edge of the field.
“Clear the path to the medical wing! Now!”
The response was immediate—doors thrown open, corridors cleared. The entire compound seemed to move with one mind when it came to protecting their Queen.
The journey to the hospital felt both endless and instantaneous. Lexy drifted in and out of consciousness, light still radiating from her like an uncontrolled storm. Every time her power surged, the shadows I wielded strained to hold it back. It wasn’t just her life at stake—it was the triplets’.
By the time we reached the hospital doors, Dr. Bennett and her team were already waiting. Her calm demeanor barely masked the urgency in her eyes.
“Get her into room three!” she ordered, her tone clipped but focused. “Now!”
I followed, refusing to leave her side even as the nurses tried to guide me out.
“She needs me,” I growled, my power flickering dangerously around my hands. The nurse hesitated, then stepped back at Dr. Bennett’s nod.
Lexy was placed on the bed, machines whirring to life around her. Her skin was slick with sweat, her breathing uneven. Power continued to pulse from her, visible even to those without supernatural senses.
“She’s losing control,” I said, moving to her side. “Her powers are responding to the babies’ energy. It’s like they’re amplifying each other.”
Dr. Bennett didn’t look up. “Then you’ll have to help me stabilize her—now. Keep her aura in balance while I handle her vitals.”
I nodded, positioning myself beside Lexy’s head. I pressed my palm to her shoulder, letting my shadow energy flow slow, steady, controlled. The goal wasn’t to suppress her power, but to shape it. To give it structure.
Her aura met mine like a storm crashing into smoke—wild, unpredictable. I anchored myself, calling on the strength I’d built through months of meditation, through every moment I’d doubted myself and overcome it.
“Lexy,” I whispered, leaning close. “It’s Tarria. You’re safe. I’m here. You must focus on me, okay? Don’t fight it—just breathe through it.”
Her body tensed, light flaring again—but I felt a flicker of response, a faint shift in her energy toward me. I deepened the connection, letting the smoke weave through her aura in rhythmic pulses.
“I’ve got you, my Queen,” I murmured, eyes stinging from the brightness. “You’re not alone in this.”
Minutes stretched into what felt like hours. Dr. Bennett’s instructions echoed faintly behind me—something about stabilizing heart rate, regulating magical output—but I barely heard him. My focus was entirely on Lexy, on maintaining that fragile balance between her power and her body’s limits.
Each surge from her core threatened to overwhelm me, but I refused to pull back. I matched her rhythm, shifting between darkness and calmness, drawing on the lessons she’d taught me when I couldn’t control my own strength.
“You taught me this,” I whispered. “Now let me return the favor.”
Slowly, the chaos began to settle. The light dimmed, its edges softening. Lexy’s breathing grew more even, though she was still pale and trembling. The storm wasn’t gone, but it was contained—for now.
Dr. Bennett finally exhaled, wiping her brow. “She’s stabilized for the moment. But she’s still in early labor. We need to keep her calm and her powers steady until it’s time.”
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