I got ho and just like last ti when I had stood up to Prof. Bulock, nobody said a word to until I had eaten and freshened up. It was a bit comforting in its predictability.
I could feel the weight of their gazes, though, as I moved from one hut to the other, heavy with unspoken questions and concerns. My thoughts too remained a tangled ss as I tried to make sense of what had happened earlier. I was as confused as them. I had questions just like them.
Like who exactly was I? Why did I have a voice in my head? How had I expended such power? It was magic, and then sothing else. The voice in my head had accentuated that theory. But what could it be? A wolf? A Jaguar? What exactly? My mind reverted back to the strange dreams that had been popping up since I had been thrown into the holding cell by Adam’s father.
The dreams have depicted hungering for blood. Which species of supernatural had that? Research Maya, research. I couldn’t talk to Laura and her family about the dream yet. They might beco scared of . I would be scared of myself if I drank the blood of others for survival. No, I will keep it to myself, the sa way I will keep the book in my school bag a secret. And then, the dream of the beast.
I sighed. Could the dream have had anything to do with what had happened today? Am I a beast? I laughed at myself, turning off the shower. I really had an active imagination.
Once I had eaten and changed into more comfortable clothes, I made my way to the living room where my family was waiting. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation. Peter, Laura, and Diana were all seated on the couch, their eyes fixed on as I entered.
Peter was the first to speak. "We saw the live broadcast. Diana had shown it to us." He said, his voice steady but filled with an underlying tension. "We saw your... outburst of power." His eyes searched mine, seeking answers to questions I wasn’t sure I could answer.
Laura, always the more direct of the two, leaned forward. "How is that even possible, Maya? You have never used magic, until last night. How did you do it? Where did the power co from? How could you have such control?" There was a mixture of awe and fear in her voice.
Diana though was a bit bland. She was not staring at like I was so surprise god incarnate or sothing along the lines. She was looking at like I had done sothing unspectacular. I had no ti to ruminate on that, not when in the face of the expectant gazes of her parents.
I took a deep breath finally, trying to gather my thoughts. "I don’t know," I admitted, feeling a flush of embarrassnt. "It just happened. One mont, I was feeling overwheld by everything going on around , and then... sothing inside snapped. I felt this surge of energy, and before I knew it, I was doing things I didn’t know I could do."
They listened intently as I recounted the events of the day, including the strange voice in my head. "It was like soone else was guiding ," I explained. "This voice, it told what to do, or rather it rged into my soul, and sort of controlled my movents. I wasn’t really the one who had pushed Chyra. It was the voice. I don’t know what it is, but it felt familiar and at the sa ti strange, like a lost old friend would feel like."
There was silence.
Diana, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up. "Do you think it could be connected to the mories that you have no iota of? Maybe so clue could be there. What about your dreams? Have you been having any dreams lately? I heard that forgotten mories can sotis co up as dreams." Her eyes were wide with curiosity. "Do you think you need to rember sothing?"
I furrowed my eyebrows in deep thought, my eyes twitching in an SOS pattern, but Diana gave no indication that she knew what I was doing.
I sighed, and leaned back in the chair. Diana knew that I had my mories, so what was she doing? Making small talks? What was that about dreams? Did she think I had kept so mories away from her? But I had told her everything. She didn’t trust ?
"My dreams have been null, I an blank." I answered. "Or perhaps I just don’t rember anything once I wake up." A lie of course. I still rembered the dream I had just this morning. The dream about the beast. I just didn’t think they needed to know it.
So, I shrugged, feeling the weight of their expectations pressing down on . "I don’t really understand it myself. It’s all so confusing. One mont, I was just , and the next, I was soone... more." O expertly returned the questioning to today’s incidence and the outburst of power, that I needed explanation to. Maybe Laura could examine again.
Peter and Laura exchanged a worried glance.
"We need to figure this out," Peter said. "If you have this kind of power, we need to understand where it cos from and how to control it. We can’t afford any more surprises."
I nodded, feeling the truth of his words. "I agree. I don’t want to hurt anyone or lose control again. But I don’t know where to start."
Just as Laura was about to respond, there was a sudden knock on the door. We all turned, the unexpected sound slicing through the tension in the room. Peter stood up, his expression wary. "Who could that be at this hour?"
He walked over to the door and opened it cautiously. Standing there, frad by the dim light of the porch, was a figure that made my heart skip a beat. It was the Queen, her presence imposing and regal even in the simplicity of our small ho.
Her gaze swept over all of us, finally resting on . "May I co in?" She asked, her voice calm but carrying the weight of authority.
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