CHAPTER 13:
What he did say next after a short pause was "Sorry, that might have been a little overwhelming, probably should have built up to that. Explained a little, told you it would sound crazy, but, hey, nobody's perfect."
He then stared at Charlotte expectantly. As if wondering how she would react. As if he had said something normal, like his favorite book, or football team or whatever and was seeing if they agreed.
Not as if he had just called her a mythical creature.
He looked at her again "What do you think?" They stared at each other. Charlotte narrowed her eyes.
"Are you pulling a prank or something. This isn't funny. It's crazy and weird."
He said "If I was joking, could I do this?" He winked at her. Then, from out of nowhere, the storm started up again. And stopped within twenty seconds.
Charlotte was still skeptical, but she said, "Okay, what can I do?"
He thought about it. "Well, you basically can influence people's will so heavily, they are forced to do whatever you tell them. That's why it's called persuasion. You're kind of persuading them. But not really. More like controlling."
"Is that what I did with Melly?" She asked. "Probably." He looked unconcerned while answering. Okay, that probably meant she didn't do any permanent damage or something else awful. That's always a good thing.
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Spellbound
FantasiThirteen year old Charlotte Blackthorne has always known she wasn't normal. With her tiger-like grace and owl-like intelligence. But she didn't think she was a faerie. Not a faerie like you know, three inches tall, wings, they puke rainbows and glee...