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My Delphi learned to control her magic
When she was eight
(and I was nine.)
A late bloomer, perhaps.
She could only make small fires for
a long,
           long
                    time.

But as she watched tongues of fire lick over my skin,
as she watched my body be consumed,
She learned
                to control
                                  the flames.

I learned to control my magic
When I was nine
(and she was eight.)
Little gods loose in a big city with
no money, no parents,
and no way to stay alive.

As Those Men drew nearer to her,
My Delphi,
As my beloved sister cried out in fear,
I learned
                  how
                              to hide her.

I learned to move in s h a d o w s
I learned to wield the Darkness.

I learned the ways of Darkness,
and Darkness I became.

So you of new Magics,
you, child of Storms.
You, too, shall learn.

But I pray to Those Who Are,
I pray you do not learn
As We did.