Lyla
"I don't know," I murmured, staring at my hands, which looked quite ordinary to me. "I swear I didn't do that on purpose; I was just going to …" As I tried to demonstrate how I wanted to defend myself, Clarissa ducked. Her eyes were wide with fear.
Quickly, I withdrew my hands and tucked them behind me. "I'm sorry," was all I could mutter.
She stared at me for a few minutes. "I thought they said you lost your powers? Is the Moonsinging thing even real?"
I turned to her. "So, I was told but I guess it never really went away and…" I raised my hand again to speak and the next minute, the room door slammed with a resounding bang...
Clarissa was gone.
Her footsteps echoed down the hallway in rapid succession. I stared at my hand again watching as tiny wisps of white energy dissipated from my fingertips like morning mist.
"What just happened?" I whispered to the empty room, still staring at my palm in disbelief.
