I opened my eyes slowly and saw two identical faces staring down at me. The faces were smiling and they looked to be no older then 10 cycles. They had their brown hair in the same style and their brown eyes stared at me with both fascination and caution. Where did they come from? Was I dreaming?
If you are, I'm not controlling it, Cathy said.
"Hi," the one on the left said.
"Who are you?" the one on the right asked.
"Is it true you are a Mage?" the one on the left asked, excited.
"Could you turn Aaron into a frog?" the one of the right asked, matching her sister's excitement.
"Uh," I croaked, half asleep.
"Can you talk?" the one on the left asked.
"Do you speak other languages?" the one on the right asked.
What is it with these two? Cathy asked.
"One at a time, one at a time," I groaned as I sat up.
The girls shuffled to stay in front of me, still staring and smiling.
"You can talk!" the one on the left exclaimed.
"Yes, but not very well sometimes," I answered.
"How come?" the one on the right asked.
"I'm not very good," I said looking around trying to remember my location.
I was in a small room that I remembered was called the 'Family Room'. The seats, a couple of tables and a bookcase were the only furniture in the room.
"How can you not be good at talking?" the one on the right asked confused.
"I never know what to say," I answered.
"You knew what to say there," the one on the left pointed out.
Smart girl, Cathy said.
I chuckled. "I guess I did."
"Who are you?" the one on the left asked.
"Are you a Mage?" the one on the right asked.
"Uh, I'm Andy," I answered. "And yeah I'm a Mage."
"Wow," they both said simultaneously.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I'm Clare," the one on the left said then pointed to her sister. "And she's Bethany."
"I wanted to say it," Bethany whispered to her sister.
"You weren't fast enough," Clare giggled.
"So can you turn Aaron into a frog?" Bethany asked, turning her focus to me.
"No, I can't," I answered.
"Why not?" Clare asked.
"Are you not good enough?" Bethany asked.
"What are you good at?" Clare asked.
A good question, Cathy chuckled.
"Girls!" Mary exclaimed as she entered the room. "Leave our guest alone."
"Sorry, Mama," the pair said contritely, turning to her.
"Now, go wash up. Breakfast is ready," Mary said as the girls ran out giggling. She turned to me. "I hope they didn't wake you."
"No, they didn't," I said as I looked around for my robe.
"Join us for breakfast before you head out," she said.
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Tower of the Watchful Eye
Viễn tưởngAndy Holcombe is a mage in a bit of trouble. He just had his demon dream and now it was time to choose a school of magic to focus on. Only problem, he's not a fan of any of them. Often bullied by everyone around him, he feels like an outsider within...
