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like your mother, time-control like you and the last, which can be devastating when it falls into the wrong hands, manipulation. Those who have this ability often use it for nefarious purposes, so be wary of them. Each sign also controls a gift of attack that protects you, persuasion. It’s not like manipulation, as you can only influence people’s thoughts and you can’t control their actions.”
    “Wow! I’ve a hard time believing that I’m now some kind of magician who can do all that!”
    “Forget the word magician, magicians are charlatans. For the moment, your talents are still in the embryonic stage, but you’ll see, things will change quickly. As you weren’t able to grow up with the knowledge of your gifts and see them develop along with your physical development, they’re now already at their full strength, only dormant. Waking all this up so suddenly could be dangerous for you and you will need to learn to control your powers, that’s why we’re sending you to the warrior training that begins on Monday. It will be an accelerated course, a little like running full speed into a wall, but at least there you’ll be able to practice in a controlled environment. Ok, let’s go, I’m impatient to tell Charles I was right. I won the bet, and he owes me a meal. He predicted that given your love of nature, you would be of the Earth sign like him. Ha ha! I’m always right!”
    “But hey, now that I think about it, I never packed my bags, I didn’t bring clothing for two weeks! We need to go back home!”
    She walks towards the trunk of the car and opens it with a hop and with her arms crossed.
    “I told you, I’m always right, and I knew that you would accept to follow me on this adventure. I thought of everything and I prepared a bag of all of your favorite things while you were sleeping today. That’s why you spotted me as Nyx when you woke up.”
    “I should’ve known!”
    “Yes, but honestly, with the day you had today, I doubted very much that you were going to dig through your closet to see if anything was missing. Come on, let’s go!”
    I still don’t trust her and I can’t help but look in the bag to see if she did think of everything. Surprisingly, it’s all there, even an extra bottle of my violet-scented bubble bath. Resigned, I close the trunk of the car without looking at her, no need to show her she was right only to have her gloat, and I do have my pride. Gertrude happily laughs out loud and taps me on the head.
    “Super,” I say, climbing into the car.
    We continue our drive without another word and eventually turn on to a small dirt road bordered with dense vegetation. The air is humid and fresh, and its loamy scent makes me smile; I’ve always loved the smells of nature. The road is poorly kept up, and potholes dot the path like land mines. I’m afraid that the Chevelle might not be able to hold its own. At the wheel, Gertrude drives as if she was taking a bull by the horns and seems to be aiming for potholes as she goes along. The path finally opens up on a spectacular setting, and when I say spectacular, it’s a euphemism! I get out of the car, and am rendered so completely speechless that my chin hits the ground. A small lake surrounded by mountains is in front of us, and, if I can judge by the shadows, it seems isolated. The only house here is worthy of the best architectural magazines. It’s a two-story wooden house, is square and has floor to ceiling black-framed windows on two sides. Given the surrounding countryside, I can understand why the owner chose such large windows. Who needs walls and framed art when you have such an incredible view?
    “Go a little closer and take a look at the lake, Lou.”
    I don’t need to be asked twice and I run to the lakeshore. The spectacle before me is fantastic, the full moon is reflected in the water in such a way that it looks like thousands of fireflies dancing on the surface. The cool wind caresses my cheeks; everything is so