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Damian was standing in nothingness, the void stretched out in every direction. The mysterious yellow light returned once more, seemingly staring at him in the face.

“Well?” The voice asked in his grave, deep voice, “Have you anything to say?”

“You almost killed me,” Damian seethed, hands fisted, preparing to launch himself at the strange spirit.

Damian then hesitated. Would he be able to fight this stranger? After all, he was the one who took control of Damian’s body, then effortlessly took down several armed men. Didn’t he?

Besides, there was also the question of Damian’s magic. What exactly was that? Damian understood that he supposedly was a seer, but what the mysterious light made his body do was nothing like a seer. The voice must know the answers to Damian’s powers. Right?

“There there,” The voice said nonchalantly as he floated around Damian, shaking Damian out of his thoughts, “You will recover.”

The orb suddenly stopped. Damian could somehow sense the tension suddenly rising. “You are supposed to obey your elders regardless, no?” He said in a much more serious tone.

“I don’t even know you!” Damian retorted.

He snorted and chuckled, “You’ll learn soon enough, you disrespectful runt.”

“Wait, I need to ask-”

He didn’t let Damian finish his words. As soon as Damian tried to reach for the glowing orb, its light faded and darkness covered his eyes once more.

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Damian opened his eyes and sat up, kicking the blanket onto the ground. He winced at the pain all across his body.

Hey! He thought in his head. I’m not done talking to you!

Damian thought he heard a small laugh, but there was only silence. He sighed. The voice wasn’t here anymore.

Damian woke up to an unfamiliar setting. The room was sterile white, without a single speck of dirt anywhere. He knew for a fact that he wasn’t back at the Shelter. After years of looking at the old nurse’s office with the line of ants roaming along the cracked walls, this room felt uncomfortably new. He tried to get out of bed despite his muscles’ protests, but after shuffling and turning, he clumsily fell down onto the cold marble floor. Damian tried again and again to get up on his feet, only to fall down on his face.

It was at this moment Damian heard the harsh words from a female voice. “What the hell are you doing?” Damian turned his head around and saw a dirty blonde-haired girl around his age looking down upon his collapsed form with her pierce, blue eyes and crossed arms. She was beautiful.

Yet, something was extremely different with her appearance -- a mystical aura of cloudy mist emitted from her thin body.

The girl analyzed Damian. Her eyes scanned him from his legs and to his battered face. A moment later she spoke again in her curt voice,“You’re Damian Asher right?”

Surprised, Damian responded. “Yes. And, um… Who are you?

“I’m Sapphire Anaroth,” the moody girl replied.