Twelve

GIDEON

“EON, this is really good. It helps. Thank you again,” Chiara says, looking at what remains of her sandwich and concentrating on chewing.

“Good, I’m glad it passed,” I reply.

She seems relaxed. The color is back on her cheeks, and I can see she has let go of the blanket like she is warm, now.

“Chiara… maybe you lost energy because you’ve helped me from my fever?”

She looks up at me abruptly. And I know she has thought of it. “Maybe.”

“So…” while I can still control myself. While my power is yet just watching instead of screaming… “What can you tell me about magick? I suppose this is the reason why you’re here?”

I watch her take a deep breath. “Actually, it is the Council of Magickals that sent me. They… I was told that magickal power was felt here in the past week and they have a hunch that you don’t even know about your magickal abilities. I thought the same and I didn’t know how I can start telling you before you did it yourself. Thank you for that. You provided an opening fo