[ WP ] Everyone in the world has magic with various levels of mastery over it . You are extremely powerful with almost no control so you find a demon that 's very weak but extremely good at controlling his powers .

`` Imagine you're in a field.'' Green extends in all directions. `` You're alone, the earth is flat, and the blue sky touches the horizon.'' Blue shoots from the ground, arcing overhead. `` The sun appears, tiny in the sky.'' There's a bright light, rays casting shadow behind me. `` What color is it?'' 
 
 `` Yellow.'' It burns so brightly, winking playfully. 
 
 `` Good.'' She licks her chapped lips, the sound distorting my tiny sun's light. `` Look ahead of you. There's a sheep.'' Something soft and downy wanders across the green, its shadow stretching far beyond the horizon. `` What color is it?'' 
 
 My brows crease. `` Uh-'' 
 
 `` What color is it?'' 
 
 The green wavers. Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool? `` Uh.'' Mary had a little lamb, its fleece as white as snow. `` Um.'' The sheep wavers, cotton fuzz shifting from dark to bright as its shadows remain inky. 
 
 `` What color is the sheep, Jess?'' 
 
 Black and white race across downy fluff, one after the other, again and again. `` Um.'' I see the black sheep, blending into its shadow. `` Um.'' In the same blink of an eye, that sheep is white and contrasted against the verdant grass. The term verdant applies here because I'm in the countryside, you see. 
 
 `` Jess?'' 
 
 If I were in a park in the city, it would probably not be verdant, because the term approximates the countryside. But I suppose one could argue a well-tended city garden could be very similar to rough rural hills, provided there's adequate insulation from all the racket of urban life. 
 
 `` *Jess! *'' 
 
 You could n't have a sheep in the city, no matter how well you tend your garden. It would have to eat too much, and poop too much, and cities produce so much waste as is so really you'd be doing a disservice to the environment if you pulled livestock into a concrete jungle where people commute and hail taxis and buy street tacos in their work clothes trying to catch the last train to their office after they overslept by 7 minutes because it was daylight savings' time and they could n't get out of bed because it was too dark- 
 
 `` **Jess! **'' 
 
 -because the clocks shifted back an hour and I think I've been here for an hour at least because my wrists hurt and my fingers are cold and I might have a headache or maybe I've been thinking really hard sometimes it's hard to tell the difference- 
 
 `` Look at the sun, Jess.'' 
 
 -between thoughts and headaches because thoughts are thinky and headaches are achey like how your head feels when you look at the sun because it's so damn bright- 
 
 `` What color is the sun, Jess?'' 
 
 -and so damn `` yellow'' sitting so damn high and- 
 
 `` Where is it?'' 
 
 -mighty in the `` sky'' like a teardrop- 
 
 `` What color is the sky?'' 
 
 -rolling `` blue'' down my cheek because I can't- 
 
 `` Where are you, Jess?'' 
 
 -go `` home'' because I'm so fucking- 
 
 `` *Where* are you, Jess?'' 
 
 `` Hopeless!'' 
 
 The grass is gone, and with it any sense of calm I've had. I tense, feeling the straps bite my wrists. The more I struggle, the more they hurt, until sweat beads on my brow and my lungs scream. `` No, no, you're okay. You're here, you're okay.'' 
 
 A cool hand braces my forehead, holding me down. Ants chew my skin. `` No!'' My eyes snap open, taking in the broken sink in the corner. Porcelain jagged, water dripping down the wall. We fixed that. Papers litter the floor, turning translucent like fish scales. `` No, no-'' Fish can be freshwater or saltwater, but we drink freshwater. 
 
 `` Jess, honey, look at me.'' The cool hand forces me away from the freshwater fish scales and into a pale face, slit pupils and golden eyes. `` What color is the sun, Jess?'' 
 
 I shudder, arching my back against the steel table I'm bound to. In that moment, I'm back in the ruins of Rashelle's basement. In that moment, I'm listening to the water bubble in the walls and the gas stream through pipe. Her face hovers over me, aquiline nose sloping up to those stony eyes. 
 
 `` The sun, Jess.'' 
 
 Blue tears roll down my cheeks as I fall into those eyes, surrounded by burnt gold. `` Yellow.''
