Ardor

I have the power to deny you of your will. I only but touch you, and your heart is mine. You have one immunity against me: an inner passion that endures. For only those who have realized what they want in life can resist me.

I was young when my power awakened, and I had the greatest opportunity in our household to nurture it. My parents would have separated if not for my gift. I took their own wills from them, and replaced it with a passion to be together for the sake of their only son. I practiced on their cruel, selfish hearts, and I made them stay together, for as a child I was afraid to lose any one of them. It was easy to fan a flame inside their empty souls, and when I was done with them, I simply left. They died purposeless and wasted.

Eventually I met my match: someone who made me see the paradox of my existence. My own life is aimless. I do not have my own personal zeal. It was a blow in my psyche.

Thus, I resolve to nurture others: assist them to look deep within themselves and kindle their own fire, use it for good. I named myself Ardor.