The power was like water.
An entire wave of water, flowing into her. Filling up all the holes, washing her scars and pain away, stripping away her normalcy.
She drowned in it. For one moment she thought all that power and purpose and strength would kill her. She thought she would choke under it all and it would crush her. Kennedy didn't want to be broken.
But, maybe that was why she had been chosen. Because she wouldn't snap under the pressure. It coursed through her, a mission, a purpose, a duty. She understood it all now.
Now matter how many times she acted unafraid, Kennedy had always felt that pang of panic every time she thought about it all. The death, the pain, the sacrifice. She had never understood it.
But, the power flowed around her like water. Kennedy breathed, pulling air into her lungs, feeling it course through her. It was there. It had always been there. She was a Slayer.
"You are a goddess."