I once researched Desan's power and it said his kind show a color when they use their ability. The most dangerous colors were red and black — black being worse.
I drew an infinity sign in the air when Atarah nodded and asked, "Where is he?"
"Leisure Lake."
Leisure Lake was a wide stretch of water where we trained and unlocked new levels. It was sacred — we didn't just go there whenever.
"Take us to the Leisure Lake at Queneers HQ," I said, and we vanished. We reappeared at the lake and slipped behind some bushes just as we spotted Desan.
Damn, that was close.
(Oh — that teleport power is called Boundless Destinations. It's from the silver rank of teleportation. The highest is golden: Omnipresent or Ubiquitous.)
Back to Desan.
Hiding in the bushes, I whispered to Atarah, "Hey, let's stay here a while. Safety first, right? I'm not taking any risks — especially not the ones hovering in the air and staring at us."
Atarah rolled her eyes, glanced at me, then back at Desan. "Not the time for jokes, girl. What's up with him? Why is his, um, should I say, aura skimming like that?"
I looked into her eyes and sent my thoughts and research with my outsending ability.
"I already looked into this, but I can't understand why he's red. What made him like this? Who made him like this?" she murmured.
Desan's voice rang out, full of pain and fury. "Why? Why her? Why was she chosen? Why am I the one with the power that everyone fears? She and I are worlds apart; I know that! But it still hurts. I wish I could crush all the people who praise her."
When he finished, he caused a fish to swallowed another one nearby and blood spread into the lake. The scent pulled in more ravenous fish.
Horrifyingly, he made those fishes turn on each other too.
For the love of God — fishes, Desan?
Goshdarn, those poor things. What did they ever do to you, you big meanie? I wanted to march out there and shove him in the water. How would he like it if I took over his brain and made him hurt himself and others, huh?
Atarah froze. Her eyes widened. Nearly in a whisper she said, "I think… no. I've come to terms with the fact that… he's talking about you."
"Me?" I blurted.
Atarah clamped a hand over my mouth and glared. I put my hands up to show peace. She let go and I sat there, stunned.
Me? How could it be me? No way. He sounded so full of anger, like he'd been bottling it up.
I swallowed hard.
If he was talking about me… that meant he was jealous.