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(Lyra)
I could not stop staring at the mirror. Even though my reflection was quite the same, deep down inside I knew something had changed. The feeling of an unknown power had just begun to curse through my veins since two days ago. It burned a little but it did not hurt like I expected. That is how I felt, I was burning with power, and I was afraid of it. On the outside on the other hand, I looked like nothing had happened. Was it always going to be like this? Keeping up an appearance?
"It gets easier with time my darling sister"
I instantly turned around to find my older sister sitting on my couch. She looked stunning in her gown with the color that distinguished our family, black.
"I simply hate it when you do that Lila. You cannot go around wandering in people's mind. Father ought to do something about it" I said annoyed.
"Father is the one who trained me when I was your age. He had the same talent as me, or one of them anyways", her voice grew serious as she got up and walked up to me, when she stood behind me, she asked, "How are you feeling Lyra?"
"I feel like I am about to explode. I feel new, like I do not have control over my own body. I do not even know what I can and cannot do." I replied afraid.
Lila placed her hand on my shoulders and squeezed lightly. “You haven’t changed my dear sister; you are just the same, only a little stronger. As for what you can do, your talents will let themselves be known soon enough"
"Look at the bright side, I am not coughing blood anymore" I said as I turned around to face her.
“It will get easier with time, I promise." She said while she cradled my face between her hands.
"And we will be there for you to teach you my dear child" My Father said as he barged in through my bedroom door.
"Father" My sister and I said in unison, while bowing our heads in respect.
"Meanwhile, my child let us enjoy your rebirth"
We walked out of my bedroom, my sister and I on either side of my father, and walked until we reached the grand doors of the ballroom.
While the grand doors opened and the guest at our mascaraed ball, my father John, whispered in my ear...
"Welcome to immortality my daughter"
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