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nervous.
    When I feel like I’ve gotten control over myself, like I’ve gotten to a place where I can focus on nothing but health and happiness and let it spread out from me, I open my eyes. The sun has made it’s appearance at the horizon and the beautiful sky is the first thing I see. I’ve always felt a sense of awe looking at the sky. A smile twitches across my face and I lower my gaze to the garden stretching out in front of me.
    Waves of magic are undulating off of me, the dead and dying flowers are already starting to perk up, color bleeding back into their petals. This spell is supposed to be a real challenge, supposed to really put a strain on my magic. I’m not gonna lie. So far, it’s not that bad. In fact, all the things that have been supposed to be challenging, really haven’t been that bad. At the summit, Luke had mentioned he’d been dating me for the power. And Lucy had commented on how much power I have.
    God, she was creepy. I hope I never have to deal with her again.
    But it makes me wonder, I don’t really know my birth parents. Were they witches, too? Maybe they were super powerful, and so, I’m extra powerful because of how powerful they were. And if I’m being super honest, as much as I love the people who raised me, the people I think of when I use the word ‘parents’, I get a little sad when I realize that I’ll never know my birth parents.
    And then there’s the whole thing where part of me thinks that maybe, just maybe, my birth parents were killed because of me. At the summit, Becca said that someone with authority, someone she was afraid of making mad, ordered her to put a magic dampening spell on me, to keep me from knowing who and what I really am. Did that high up person also manage to kill my parents? You know, to be extra sure that I never came into my powers?
    I’d love to get some time alone with Becca, ask her all the questions that are locked up in my head, the ones that spin up when I’m trying to fall asleep. Did she ever like me at all? Did she ever care? Were all our years together, like for my whole life, were all those just about her following orders?
    And then I have even bigger questions. Who ordered her to hide me? Who do I have to thank for a lifetime of self-doubt and embarrassment? ‘Cause what I’d really like to do is find that person and hurt them. I mean, if I get down my most base reactions, the pure, unadulterated place where I am my most true self, the self I won’t show to anyone else, I want to look that person in the eye, send my thoughts all sharp and pointed into their brain, and slam around until I get the answers I need.
    Why do I have access to both light and dark magic?
    Why did I need to be kept a secret?
    Why did my birth parents die?
    Who am I?
    Maybe Luke knows. Maybe, if I get permission to meet him, he can give me some of the answers to these questions. He owes me that at least.
    My thoughts have led me down dark paths and I’m not really feeling peaceful and pacified any more. My heart is filled with hate and my thoughts of the things I’d like to do to the people who’ve done this to me are filled with pain and blood and whimpering. A smile creeps across my face.
    I like the thought of making them whimper.
    I like the thought of making Becca feel self-conscious. Of making her submit to me for a change. I’ve been in her head once, that night I killed Carter. There was pain on her face and there was nothing she could do to get me out of her thoughts. That’s strange. Maybe I’m stronger than her.
    Maybe I could just sneak out and creep into the apartment and with one swift thrust of my magical fist, destroy her. Except then, I wouldn’t get the answers I want. If I destroy her, I destroy all my chances of learning what the hell my whole life has been about.
    Instead, maybe I can just cause her enough pain to make her want to tell me everything. Ya. That sounds good.
    Magic is pulsing off me in huge waves and the tiger is