Damaged but Powerful

Okay, so I have an attitude problem.

Telling your superior officer he is an (insert expletive) might not a good career move, but it sure felt good to do it. Especially since he is.

It’s not so much that I like fighting … I’m tiny, bits of me are missing (I’ll tell you about the accident later maybe), but none of that means I am going to take any crap.

So when I get attacked by two freakin’ ugly creatures, and my body reacts by channelling some kind of magic … well, that was the coolest sh*t ever.

I can wield magic, baby, yeah!

And that’s where the real problems began.