Inheritance

Chapter 37- Whispers Of Power

I sat in bed, my head in my hands. My head has been aching all day, and I've been getting thoughts I never asked for.
"Am I going crazy..?" I muttered.
"Not that I can tell." Nightmare answered.
With a start I looked up to see him standing against a wall and reading a book. He raised an eyebrow at me when he caught my gaze.
"What?"
"I... Nothing." I proceeded to rub my temples, trying unsuccessfully to rid myself of this pain.
"Its your magic that's doing this."
"Doing what?"
"Giving you a headache. And I'll admit, I'm not really helping the pain either."
I glared at him.
"You really need to explain this stuff in better detail."
"Well, I'll try, cause your starting to grow on me." He shut the book with one hand, and looked me in the eyes. I jumped slightly, my nerves shot, and grumbled.
"Your magic will repeatedly keep trying to control you, shift you, and influence you to do different things."
"Like?"
"Murder everyone you've ever known and/or steal all their riches."
I growled, my headache getting worse.
"Yeah, I can see that."
He looked at me, a bit curious, although that could have just been my imagination. Things seemed... a bit blurred. I could see shadows around him, swirling slightly. I shook my head, and the illusions disappeared.
Or was it illusions..?
"What was that..?"
"Ah, often your body will try and change itself to become stronger. Not by much, but enough to keep your power in check."
"And what if.. its not in check?" I closed my eyes as another headache racked my skull.
"You'll die."
I growled and stood up, pacing slightly to try and relieve the stress inside my head. As I passed Nightmare he grabbed my wrist, looking me in the eyes.
"What?"
"You need to take deep breathes, find your inner self, and work from there. You won't be able to escape the influence but you can save yourself some trouble."
I wasn't sure what to say, so I just stared at him.
"Go on, if you don't believe me then try it out for yourself."
I hesitated, then nodded. I closed my eyes and tried to find my inner self...
My inner self...
After a moment I relaxed. The headache seemed to alleviate a bit. I opened my eyes and whispered.
"Thank you."
He grunted, non-committal, and shrugged.
"Don't thank me. Its my job."
He started walking away. before he left I quickly said.
"What exactly is your job? You mentioned it once or twice before but you never really clarified."
He stopped, quiet, then looked over his shoulder.
"If I told you, you would hate me."
And with that, he disappeared.