Sleep didn't come easily.
Lena stepped into the forest, drawn by the restless energy building inside her. The moment she crossed the treeline, the wind rose again, circling her.
"Why does it feel like this?" she whispered.
"Because you're resisting it."
Lena turned sharply.
Eira stood behind her, calm and watchful.
"I'm trying to control it," Lena said.
Eira shook her head. "Control is not suppression."
Lena frowned. "Then what is it?"
"Understanding," Eira replied.
The wind shifted, softer now.
"You are not just a witch," Eira continued. "Your power is older than that."
Lena's chest tightened. "Then tell me what I am."
Eira studied her carefully. "A balance. Between forces that were never meant to exist together."
Lena absorbed the words slowly.
"And that's dangerous?"
Eira's expression darkened slightly. "It's unpredictable."
The wind rose again, stronger this time.
"And the world fears what it cannot predict."
Lena exhaled slowly.
She could feel it now.
Not chaos.
Something deeper.
Waiting to be understood.