The thing that made my past Ocs for this series fails is no real goal of their own... I need help working on a goal for them...
A Witch won't work, they are too scholarly to have him learn on his own... but there presents another idea.
Nan from AHS helped with this.
I also like the smoothness that will come without the opness of being a witch.
Thirty minutes after the Gilbert's Funeral in the Alley by the Mystic Grill
The headache was agonizing for Bryce, he almost screamed. Touching Elena and Jeremy Gilbert, wishing them well... it had done something to him, like poison seeping into him he felt a warmth seeping into him from the merest touch. Like the sadness in their souls were leaching into his soul. The headache started small, but it built, growing over the course of thirty minutes until he was in an alley, screaming soundlessly into his hands.
"No... what'... I'm dying, god this has to be an anyersum, a stroke, something." He was shivering, trying to relax, to breathe. "Maybe, meditating will help..." He muttered, trying to calm his breathing, to push out his thoughts and soothe himself...only for the pressure to literally pop and whispers to seep in. Images came them, and he started to realize something. He wasn't looking through his eyes any longer, the images in what some called the mind's eye.
He saw a man looking at Elena, distant and shock in his heart. He felt Elena's grief and guilt, tasted her tears and felt the sting of her eyeliner. He heard the agony, the doubt in Jenna's heart...
He could literally swim in the loss that echoed from the dozens of thoughts oozing around him, an ocean of agony that he could now live in.
Eyes wide, he knew the answer. "I'm Psychic... I wonder how and why..." Shifting his intentions, he turned his attention on Elena and pushed a thought out. Not words but an idea, the warmth of an embrace. He had never liked her, but never would he wish her this current loss. "It doesn't matter why, I just need to learn to control this, or it iwll kill me... and No one can know."
Feeling the slight smile in Elena's soul flow through him... he knew he was right. He could really do some good... one way, or another.
Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.
This was a joy to write.
Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika.
