“Abomination, rise!” Amity stood alone in a patch of woods on the edge of a park. It wasn’t the best training grounds, considering she could hear humanlings playing on the swings nearby, but she didn’t want to risk going too far and getting lost.
Though the circle she drew through the air with the wooden stick glowed her signature purple, the light then faded with no abomination to show for it. Amity growled, clenching the stick in her hands and watching as her anger ignited it in purple flames.
“Stupid thing! Who cares if you burn up! You’re just a stick!”
But it didn’t explain why her magic wasn’t working. Her abominations didn’t need a wand, fake or otherwise, to rise, and yet, the only thing she could seem to summon was fire.
“You’re all stupid—plants!” Amity summoned more balls of fire in rage, hot tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. She hurled flames into the woods, watching as the tiny fires engulfed the brush and leaves before sizzling out in their weakness. That somehow made it worse.
Without thinking, the sound of a human approaching behind her set her off once more. Amity turned on the spot and brandished her last fireball, the flames rising higher and she stared down the human. She had just enough restraint not to throw it right then.