113: SECOND CHANCE

The dim light of the cell flickered as I sat in the corner, my body battered and weak from the days of torment. Every breath was a struggle, each movement a reminder of the pain that coursed through me. But as I closed my eyes, I forced myself to push beyond the physical agony, to reach deeper into the well of power that lay dormant within me.

My mind drifted to Zaza's words, the fierce determination in her voice as she urged me to find my strength, to believe in my abilities. Her faith in me had never wavered, even as Maria sought to break us both. And now, as the cold stone walls of the cell pressed in around me, I knew that I had to tap into that strength, to harness every ounce of power I possessed.

With a slow, deliberate breath, I began to focus inward, drawing my consciousness away from the pain and fear that threatened to consume me. I reached for the gifts that had been passed down through my bloodline, the abilities that had always been there, waiting for me to master them.