Free Sorcerer: Trouble with Werewolves: Power of Air Book 2 by D. L. Harrison Page B

grinned, and actually spoke aloud, her voice was like
the wind, choral and sweet, “I pulled you into my dream, how do you know I
didn’t shrink you?”
    I snorted, “Good point.”
    I took a moment to study my surroundings.  It looked
like my bedroom, sort of.  The bed we were lying on looked like my bed,
but it was made of thick eddy’s of constantly moving air.  My dresser was
a haze of clouds, as well as the other furniture.  The walls were mostly
transparent, and outside was nothing but sky as far as I could see.
    “So my dear sweet Ria, why did you pull me into your dream?”
I asked in a soft voice.
    She looked shy for a moment, “We… you need to know what you
are, and you need to push yourself harder.”
    I frowned, “But you can’t tell me, or teach me, or even tell
me why I need to do either, can you?  Although I can guess the last, I
have enemies and aren’t nearly powerful enough to face them yet, am I?”
    She shook her head and storm clouds gathered in her
eyes.  I could feel the frustration rolling off of her. 
    “No, you know I can’t tell you what you are, but I can share
with you what I am.  It’s not something I’d do lightly though, and I want
you to understand that.  To do so I must show you the core of what I am,
and I’ll be vulnerable when I do so.  This… false body protects me. 
I love you, and I’m afraid for you,” she spoke with passionate intensity with
her choral voice, and strong winds rose up around us.
    I was a little disturbed actually, but at the same time I
felt safe, Aitheria would never hurt me.  I was also a little confused,
how would showing me what she was help?  I also knew by the look in her
eyes she’d been very serious.
    She smiled serenely and the storm drained from her eyes, and
then her body broke into wisps of wind revealing the core of my closest
companion.  It’s impossible for me to understand fully what I saw, but I
think I’d have seen even less if I wasn’t in this dream.  Her core was
spherical elemental air, but it was so much more than that.  She existed
in more than just three dimensions, and I knew I’d get a headache if I tried to
figure it out, but in essence she was in more than one plane of existence, all
at the same time.
    There was more as well, inside her multi-dimensional body
there was… spirit.  The essence of what she was, perhaps soul is a better
word to describe it.  She was… transcendently beautiful, and there was
something very intimate about me looking at her this way, seeing into her very
soul, and I could feel her love and vulnerability in the moment as if we were
connected somehow.
    Her true elemental body also vaguely reminded me of
something else, and I froze in shock when I realized what it was.  I
didn’t want to look away from her, but I had to know.  I closed my eyes
and looked inward at the ball of elemental air in the core of my body, and my
mind shrieked that what I was seeing wasn’t possible, how could it be
possible?  I had a mother who bore me, I had a physical body, yet it was
unmistakable.
    I was also an elemental of air.  Somehow.
    I opened my eyes and watched Aitheria’s false but familiar
body reform around the core of her being while my mind started making all the
connections.  It was why I couldn’t go underground without freaking out,
the same reason Aitheria couldn’t follow me on the odd times I did.  A
part of me, the nonhuman part of me, literally didn’t belong there. 
That’s why my core always tightened up and tried to hide, it was an air
elemental where such a being didn’t belong at all.
    I wasn’t all that sure how knowing that would help me
though, except that maybe it told me my enemies possibly weren’t human
either.  What the hell was I?  And how?  I didn’t bother asking
Aitheria, I knew she couldn’t tell me.  She was right about practicing as
well.  I’d spent time getting a handle on things, then lived my life the
way I used to for the most