erased.
“So, what’s supposed to happen to us?” Ethan asked. He desperately hoped that her mind reading thing had given her some insight into the matter.
“Well, Cassius said something about training. I’m guessing that means learning how to use our powers and talents. And I guess we’re supposed to train with the elves for combat,” Phoebe said.
“When is that supposed to start?”
“I have no idea.”
“It would be nice if they gave us some information,” he said, feeling angry yet again with everyone for not being more considerate.
“I expect we’ll find out everything soon enough. I’m still half expecting to wake up and find I was just dreaming all this,” Phoebe said thoughtfully.
“Me too. Still, I wish I could’ve seen one of my powers. You’ve seen at least two of yours,” he added.
“What do you mean? I’ve only had the one, the Truth Seeker thing,” Phoebe replied. She looked at Ethan like he was half crazy.
“Don’t you remember? When we were outside and the boy stopped you?” he said. Phoebe continued to look at him, puzzled. “You blocked Dorian to keep him away from the boy?”
“Yeah, I stopped him with my arm. Since when is that a power?” Phoebe asked sarcastically.
“No, you had, like, this shimmering blue shield go up between you and Dorian. He couldn’t move through it. You did it twice. You didn’t notice?” Ethan watched as her look changed from cynical to shocked in a matter of seconds.
She really hadn’t realized she’d done anything. That was surprising. Ethan found the shimmering blue shield much more attention drawing than the small boy, although Dorian had seemed particularly ruffled by him. Ethan didn’t know why. He wasn’t doing any harm.
“No, I was concentrating on the boy.” Phoebe pulled out her necklace absentmindedly and looked at it again, then looked at Ethan’s as it dangled around his neck. “Has your stone ever turned gold?”
“No. I mean, it changes colors, but never gold. Why?”
“Because when he took his hand away from my necklace, the stone had turned gold.”
Perhaps the boy was more interesting than Ethan had given him credit for. He didn’t know if there was any significance to the fact that the stone had changed, but the fact that it had never done it before seemed to be important. He shook it off, figuring that if it was important, somebody would have said something. Maybe.
Nobody had exactly been helpful. Ethan couldn’t really bring himself to be upset with Cassius, though; the man was too easy going for that. And Phoebe had no idea what was going on, either. Dorian had at least answered all his questions thus far; Ethan was grateful for that. Since Dorian didn’t know how much had been explained, Ethan couldn’t expect him to fill in the blanks unless he asked the right questions.
Ethan supposed the people he was most annoyed with were his parents. It was hard to think that, though. They had never given him any reason to be upset with them before. Sure, they had their rules and boundaries and such things like that, but they were never unkind about it. He always respected them for that. His father always said respect was a two-way street, and he always treated Ethan that way.
Ethan didn’t think anyone could have found it in their power to dislike his mother. For one, she was so tiny that people were afraid to touch her for fear of breaking something. He smiled at that memory; those people had never seen his mother during her daily training sessions in the basement. She was absolutely lethal. But she was also one of the kindest people anyone could ever meet; she would give everything she had and more if someone needed it.
Ethan wished his parents would have forewarned him of this. Being thrown into the middle of it was not his ideal way of receiving information. On the other hand, he might have been concerned for their mental stability if they had tried to explain it sooner. He guessed he was just going
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