After lounging in the chair for a while, Levisia left Viola’s bedroom to give her and Chetter some time alone. They couldn’t see Levisia on the count of being in their own little world, but she didn’t mind. It was more that she didn’t want to interrupt their time together.

As she closed the door on their cheerful laughter, she turned around and found herself face to face with Pel, who was out of breath as if he had run a marathon.

“Levisia, are you alright? You don’t seem to be injured.” Pel said as he leaned against the wall and looked her up and down. “What did Chetter want with you?”

“Oh, he…” Levisia briefly glanced behind her at the door, and then looked back at Pel. “I think we should head back to our rooms. I’ll tell you everything once we’ve safely hidden away.” She walked past him, eager to get back to her own room where she could take the time to properly process everything.

To her delight, she didn’t encounter anyone on her way back, and she was lucky enough to route back in the first place. Once inside her room, she locked the door behind her and slumped down on her bed.

“So, you probably won’t believe what I’m about to say, and that’s fine. I’ll just tell you and let you make up your own mind.” Levisia said as she stared at the ceiling. “Chetter wanted me to see his sister Viola, who was plagued by this disease that was killing her. She looked like a corpse when I saw her, and didn’t have long left for the world. I held her hand and made a wish for her to be cured, and then she was. As if by magic.”

“Yes, I am having a hard time believing that.” Pel said as he sat on the bed next to Levisia. “But I will take your word for it. What happened next?”

“Viola and Chetter had a little catch-up, and I left and bumped into you.” Levisia stared up at the ceiling. “Oh, but I did hear a voice. Someone asking me what I really wanted.”

“Well then…” Pel hummed. “Did you recognize this voice?”

Levisia shook her head and heaved herself upright with a heavy sigh.

“What does it all mean, Pel? What do my powers mean, and who am I? How will I adapt to these changes that are happening if I don’t even know where they are coming from?”

“No matter what happens, you are still you. It doesn’t matter what obstacles you face, nothing about you will change that drastically. And all you can do now is adjust to the change that has taken place within you.”

Levisia sat up on her bed and turned to face Pel. When had Pel become so good with words, and was able to offer such sage advice as that?

“What if I can’t adjust to that change?” She said, “What if I can’t rise up to meet my power?”

“Then you just become someone who cannot adjust to that change,” Pel replied with a nonchalant shrug, which only served to annoy Levisia even more.

She muttered darkly under her breath, but deep down she knew that he was right. She turned away from him and buried her head in her hands.  She had already experienced life-changing events, and thus there was no need to be agitated. No matter what, she was still Levisia White.

Despite that, she still felt uncomfortable, like she was walking barefoot on a thorny path. She could not wrap her head around the mysterious voice she heard, and how her wish had so easily come true.

She just wanted to go to sleep and try to get as much energy as she could before the long journey tomorrow. And she prayed that Chetter would keep what happened between them a secret, so as not to alert the Kraidens. She could already hear Elizabeth chastising her for so willingly wandering off at night with a stranger. But Levisia knew the risks, and she still went along with it. At no stage did she regret going to help Viola, as the girl would have died had she not stepped in. But maybe…

“No.” Levisia said aloud, shaking her head. “Worrying about it won’t get me anywhere.”

“Worry about what?” Pel said from behind her, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. She was so lost in her thoughts that she had completely forgotten he was in the room.

“Oh, nothing. Just me getting lost in the bottomless pit that is my mind, that’s all.” Levisia said, plastering a smile on her face. “You’re right. I must simply learn to adapt to who I am. Otherwise, I will get left behind.”

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