Becoming

Since his training with Zariah, Peter had spent nearly every free moment he had working to try to unlock some new magical ability. He wanted so badly to live up to her expectations, but he didn’t know how to even begin trying to teach himself something that would impress her.  

Peter lost track of how many hours he spent trying to exert a will he didn’t understand over the world around him. Candle lights, small pebbles, the earth under his feet. Anything he had seen another affect, he tried to do himself. And every time, it ended the same. Failure, and frustration, and a new addition to the evergrowing chasm of worry in his chest. Maybe he wasn’t good enough for this, maybe he had no potential. Despair didn’t stop him from trying though, and finally, finally, his efforts paid off, quite by accident. He had reached for a glass of water, and to his surprise, it reached back towards him.

After a moment of experimentation, testing the limits of his new abilities, Peter was moving through the manor and looking for Zariah. She was usually in one of a handful of places, and when Peter stumbled across her he bowed deeply, conscious of his disheveled training clothes, but too excited to have delayed this further.

When he was permitted to speak, Peter did, an obvious undercurrent of excitement running through his words. ”My Queen, I have... something to show you.”

PET

he is trying to tell you that there is some sort of shining star now buried deep inside him and he has to dig it out with a knife.