him. Nothing I could do. A clarity came over me then. A voice spoke to me, claiming to be my mother.

“You must stop him. Concentrate on your desire. Focus on the idea of your desire taking form and becoming your will. Push your will at your target. Release it.”

I did as the voice said. I concentrated, I felt a power building around me. I felt my will formed. It felt alive, empowered into existence. I aimed it at him and released it. I felt it run at him but then suddenly, as if it was being vacuumed up it was gone. Nothing happened. He smiled through his rage at me. As if he knew something that I did not. Motea had gone down to his knees as he continued choking. A rage came over me then. A blind rage of anger. A power welled up...

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