Influence

Before I even picked up the doorknob, I suddenly felt a warm feeling. I immediately tried to test my empathic abilities. I could really feel something, but it took a while before I could identify it. There was something ... tight, something oppressive. Very present and intense. I wasn't sure, but I identified it as a concern. But there was something else. Something warm and very possessive. It was ... trust? Someone seemed to be with me. It had to be Zayn. I broke away from the warm feeling and entered the next room. I had to concentrate! I blinked. Total darkness. I couldn't even see my own hand in front of my eyes. Even after several minutes, my eyes were still not used to the total darkness. Suddenly it got brighter just a few meters in front of me. A figure came up to me. Ice green flashed and stared at me with a crazy twinkle. I was petrified. Fear germinated in me. That should be me? My reflection was wrapped in a black robe, only the pale skin and the flashing eyes could be seen. Black flames hissed past me. Black fire, I realized. Another skill.  

"Anger," I said aloud. This realization surprised me. No wonder my reflection looked like this.

"Exactly," it replied.

Images from olden times flared up again. Among other things, my anger at the archangels whom I had openly displayed.

“Your anger rules the black fire, Nyria. Without your anger, you couldn't control it. And certainly not bundle. You are able to fall back on the fire at any time, but you also have to be able to access your anger in a controlled manner. And that's hard work. Good luck with it."

It became quiet and as quickly as my reflection had come, it also disappeared again. Sighing and in total darkness, I felt my way back to the door. Something went through my head. I must have been furious when I hurt Zayn with the bundled fire. I didn't feel angry at all. Was that what my reflection meant? Control of my anger? I would have to think about that later, because I was standing in front of the next door. It was deep red, like blood, with a golden door handle. I couldn't open the door fast enough now. The room was bathed in dim light, as if a single light bulb had been turned on. My reflection appeared. Dressed in a crop shirt and hot pants. The hair was pinned up loosely.

"And? Which character trait do you represent? ”I asked easily, whereupon my second self came up to me.

"What do you think?" She replied, the corners of her mouth twitching.

"I would say you are quite brave.", I answered and looked at the young woman.

The high pumps she was wearing impressed me. Could I really walk on those things? Apparently yes. 

"Right." It came back.

"And the ability?" I asked further.

My reflection circled me and let out a scornful snort.

"You have no idea how powerful you are, do you?" She growled.

I was silent. It was true. I had no idea, but slowly I learned more and more about myself.

"You could subjugate Zayn yourself!" A sensual voice whispered in my ear.

Panic seized me when suddenly my neck was gripped with insane pressure. I gasped for air. Was my reflection trying to strangle me? I reached for my throat myself, but there was nothing. Nothing but my skin. My eyes frantically searched the room. My reflection was two meters away from me, with my right arm stretched out and my hand clenched into a fist. Her fist slowly closed, after which air could finally flow into my lungs again. I fell to my knees with a gasp. Hell, was that telekinetic? I looked up and my reflection twisted my finger several times. As if by myself I got up and walked towards myself.

"I just wanted to show you what you're capable of," she muttered and looked at me.

“You can only manipulate others with the help of your courage. If you use this skill skillfully, no one will notice what kind of game you are playing. But be careful! Some know about this gift. "

It vanished into thin air, again I was left alone. I touched my neck. Would Zayn notice if I tried to manipulate him? My lips curled up in a grin. I would give it a try. Later. The last door. It was made of solid wood, dark and had something familiar about it. After hesitating for a few seconds, I entered the last room where my reflection was already waiting for me. Different colors lit up and left me fascinated. I took a closer look at my other self. Perhaps it was possible to reassess which of my characteristics I was dealing with? The other person stood opposite me with my head held high, one hand on my hip. She wore a strapless, short cocktail dress, which hugged her curves. It was purple. She had lifted her face a little and it looked like she was looking down at me.  

"I am your pride.", She already said and solved the riddle.

That made sense. Your demeanor, demeanor and voice. With a wink, she let a flame arise in her hand. But it wasn't a black fire. And nothing heavenly either. But a completely normal flame, as if you had lit a large lighter. I raised my eyebrows in amazement. After a few seconds the flame died out and a small ball of swirling water took its place. That amazed me even more.  

"I know the elements?" I whispered.

That really threw me off track. I never would have thought that something like this was possible! She nodded and the beach ball also disappeared. 

“I save air and earth. Listen. According to the other three, you would think that your pride is responsible for this too, but that's not entirely true. You are always a proud woman, no question about it, you can always use the power of the elements. But to really use it, you need a strong will. It takes a long time to train before you can use them. I wish you luck. You will need it."

I was alone again. I would probably never get used to this coming and going. Neither here nor in reality, with Zayn and the other immortal creatures. I stood undecided for a while, then went back the same path in my consciousness that I had come. I struggled through my memories, my emotions, until I had overcome the ice around my heart again. 

Her eyes slowly opened and fixed me for several minutes.

"Are you okay?" I managed to worry.

She rubbed her face briefly with her hands and then slowly sat up.

"Yes I think so. I'm just a little confused. ", She replied quietly and looked around inconspicuously.

I tilted my head because something didn't seem right.

"You were not approachable, that's why I was worried."

I watched her pupils constrict.

"I know ..." she muttered. "I felt it."

At first I didn't think anything about her words, but after only a few seconds I began to prick up my ears.

"What do you mean, I felt it?" I asked. I studied her face carefully.

I swallowed and took a deep breath before carefully looking up at him. Maybe I should test it out before I trumpet it. I concentrated on the connection that existed between us and carefully put out my imaginary feelers. At first I seemed to bounce off something, but with a little effort I overcame this obstacle. Curiosity hit me, as did a little fear and worry. Then there was something else. Trust and ... surrender? "I ... am an empath," I whispered. I hardly dared to look at him, but somehow I had to find out how he reacted to these words. For a split second his eyes narrowed, then they widened, as did his pupils. 

"What do you mean?" He muttered, completely off track. I suspected something bad. If he reacted so strongly to it, how would he react if I told him about my other abilities?

"I can" read "other people's feelings like thoughts," I confessed, pulling my shoulders up a bit.

"Are you sure?" It came back.

A crease formed between my eyebrows.

"As sure as the fact that you're both scared and impressed right now," I replied as coolly as possible. Zayn blinked and shook his head.

"Is there anything else you would like to confess to me?"

My shoulders went a little higher.

"Well ... I am a master of black fire, am an empath, can influence a person's actions and can tame the four elements."

I stretched out my antennae again. A real flood of feelings hit me. I couldn't even match them all! Suddenly he started laughing, so hard that he had to put a hand on his stomach.

"So you want to make me know that you are rocking the elements?" He chuckled and looked at me with raised eyebrows. I nodded weakly and confidently raised my hand, in which I let a small flame arise without hesitation. To my own amazement, it worked! Despite the words of my reflection that it takes a long training to get there. But ... it felt easy. The man fell silent immediately.

"This is ... normal fire?" He muttered.

I nodded again. He shook his head in a daze, as if to forget the whole thing.

"And you can influence the actions of other people ..." he then stated quietly.

Another nod. Should I take it down? I thought I shrugged. I imagined Zayn kissing me, imagined how I made him do it. Desperately I kept forming this thought until after a few seconds Zayn actually leaned forward and grabbed my face with both hands. First his lips just brushed mine, then he deepened the kiss. I enjoyed the win, but after a few minutes he seemed to realize what was happening. Cursing and as if he'd been burned, he backed away.