Middle of the day, middle of the street

"John?"

You hear a familiar voice echoing from what seems like a long distance. It's blurry and distorded, but you're pretty sure that it's...

"John?!"

Yeah, you're now certain it's your big sister Caitlin yelling your name. Did she burst out in your bedroom while you were sleeping? Why does your mattress feel so stiff? Wait, is it natural light on your face and wind on your skin?

Slowly, laboriously, you manage to wake up and open your eyes. "What is..." You're suddenly interrupted by a brutal slap to the face which wake you up for good. "Caitlin, what the fuck? Why did you hit me?!" you cry, holding your cheek. "And... And why am I lying on the pavement? Where the fuck am I?" you ask, looking around you. To your last question however, you quickly find the answer by yourself as you recognize your own neighborhood.

"You just fell !" your big sister yells at you. She looks half worried half mad at you. "Are you okay, you idiot?"

You sigh, passing a hand on your face. You know it's her way to show her concern, but sometimes it's unnerving. "I think. I..." You suddenly stop talking. You didn't realize it yet, but you feel it more vividly than ever. Your power is flowing through your veins. Your mother tried to prepare you for it since you were born, and for years you've felt the magic growing in you, but you were not ready for the sensation of might and ease it would give you when arising for real.

"Hey, I'm talking to you! Are you going to fall asleep again? Are you broken?" Even though she tries to make fun of the situation, you can feel your sister is about to panick. She's genuinely afraid that you may be hurt.

"On the opposite. I'm perfectly fine." you answer. You slowly stand up and look at her. "It's happening. What mom has always said I was born for."

Her confusion only last half a second. She grew up with you, she perfectly know what you're talking about. "Do you know how to use it?" She's not afraid anymore, she looks rather... interested.

You hesitates, then nods. "Yes. It's... instinctive. Like flexing a muscle. I just have to tell a woman that I claim her, any woman, and she will instantly turn into a docile and loyal servant."

"You should be cautious with your power. We've always been told that you would need time between two claims, especially after the first one. It can takes monthes, if not years. You must be certain that there is no woman you want more than the first one you will claim." your big sister reminds you.