Excerpt
Aiden waved his hands in front of his face breaking up the colourful vision he had created. It was so easy now. It had taken practice, but every day his magic grew stronger. With the vision gone his eyes refocused on the landscape all around.
He was only twenty but that short time had not been kind to him or his world. Ruined towers broke the horizon, their windows smashed with the storms that came all too often. Many of the towers had crumbled and steel spikes broke free from the mess of concrete that remained. Aiden craned his neck as his eyes lifted. They settled on top of one tower that remained. He could tell from experience the top seemed to be intact. His head swam with a touch of vertigo as his eyes refocused. This was the hard part, he didn’t hate the jumping, just the climbing. If he had only gotten it, right the first time he wouldn’t need to get up so high. Each day that went by in his time meant he had to go higher and higher to go back farther and farther. With a sigh of resentment, Aiden pushed open the dusty front doors and began looking around for the staircase that he would inevitably have to climb for the next few hours.