Sunny's POV
The wooden training dummy exploded into a million burning pieces.
"Oops," Sunny muttered, watching the remains scatter across the practice field. That was the third dummy this morning, and his father was already giving him that look—the one that meant he was trying too hard again.
"Control, son," King Apollo called from the viewing platform. "Power without control is just destruction."
Sunny wiped sweat from his forehead and tried to ignore the knot of fear in his stomach. Ever since they'd escaped from the Shadow King's fortress two days ago, he couldn't stop thinking about what they'd seen. The stolen magic, the giant crystal, the way their parents had stood there like empty shells while their life force was drained away.
They had to get stronger. Fast.
Are you okay? Luna's voice whispered in his mind. Even though she was training in her own realm, their magical bond let them talk to each other anytime they wanted.
