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can. She’s already dangerously strong. I have to at least offer…”
    “Offer what?,” I ask.
    “The chance to unlock your potential, and learn how to use your power properly. I would feel better knowing that you’re not going to kill someone accidentally because you don’t know what you’re doing, but ultimately, the choice is yours.”
    I glance at Nick, and he shrugs in response. Surely, he has an opinion on what my course of action should be, but he offers none. Not that I need his input; I already know my answer.
    Unlike most other little girls, I never had any interest in being a princess. My mom would buy me tiaras and wands, but they would end up getting stashed at the bottom of my toy box. What I really wanted, more than anything, was to be a superhero. Wonder Woman, Hawkgirl, Black Widow… they were my idols. And I never really grew out of my love for them, or the ideals they stood for. I still want to be able to help people in need, I just haven’t really thought about how. And now stands an opportunity to learn how to use the power I’ve discovered within myself for the greater good.
    Yeah, there was never really any question.
    I turn my gaze back to Krystal, and ask, “When can we start?”
     

Chapter 5
    As it turns out, we can start right away. Nick and I sit on their couch while Krystal briefly explains the history of spellcasters; he’s as much in the dark as I am, and he’s always been curious. I find it hard to pay attention, however. Rather than distracting me by making any sort of noise, it’s Nick’s absolute silence that rattles me. I theorize that he isn’t even breathing, and after a few glances at his chest to see if it’s moving, I’m certain of it. I try to imagine leading a life that doesn’t require me to breathe, but it’s difficult. I make a mental note to ask Nick how it feels in the near future.
    From what I do catch of Krystal’s history lesson, the power I possess actually flows through everyone on Earth. Only a select few are able to access it consciously, however, and I happen to be one of the lucky ones. Thousands of years ago, a group of people like me banded together, and formed the first clan, who called themselves the Anu Ummani. Through the ages, they helped educate those who could tap into their power, protected each other, and kept their talents a closely guarded secret from the world.
    Eventually, the Anu Ummani split into two clans, and those two clans continued to split until there were dozens, spread across the globe. These new clans continued the tradition of passing on and their knowledge and maintaining secrecy, though they usually specialized in a particular set of skills. Some clans became dedicated to healing, or combat, and a select few abused the gifts they had for personal gain.
    I ask Krystal which clan she once belonged to, which renders her silent for a few seconds. Her excitement is briefly replaced by melancholy, but she clears her throat and continues with the lesson as if I hadn’t interrupted.
    “In the early days, our power was limited to being able to heal bruises and make dandelions grow, but that was until Thalassa the Great discovered the awakening process. In order to restrict our potential destructive force, large portions of our power are sealed off until we reach certain levels in our training. Heather, you’re at a point where your power is overflowing, which means you’re ready to remove the first seal.”
    I’m still a little lost, and slightly distracted by Nick’s breathlessness, but I ask, “How am I supposed to do that?”
    “I suggest you stand up.”
    I slowly rise to my feet, and try my best to hide how tired I am; I still haven’t quite recovered from exerting myself earlier. Krystal asks me to close my eyes, and find the source of my power within. “There will be a sort of wall there,” she says, “a wall that you should be able to break down. Once you do, I can begin teaching you properly.”
    I groan