Lenora never met her real parents and the family that adopted her died in a terrible accident, leaving her to grow up with the sweet old couple who lived next door, who were more than happy to have the little 6 years girl to raise.
Despite her new...
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Len spent a sleepless night reading the bizarre book Hawks gave her, trying to understand why a hero like him should suggest such a theoretical and twisted plot to his colleagues. Something was incredibly wrong.
She didn't say a thing to Rumi, pretending she couldn't sleep because she missed home a bit too much, but promising the Hero she would do a good job even that day. And so, she did, maintaining her word.
They patrolled the district all morning, Len still trying to catch up with Mirko, then they had a little break in the middle of the afternoon and there, on the highest roof of the city, the Pro made her a crucial question.
"What I'm trying to do? What do you mean?", Lenora gave her a puzzled look, taking a bite of her apple.
Rumi chewed her protein bar, "It came out bad, let me reformulate it," she swallowed the chocolate and spoke again, "I meant, what are your next goals? That's the right question."
She stopped eating, thinking about the vast answers she could give, "I want to become stronger and for that, I need to master perfectly all my techniques. Venus is now a piece of cake, but Black Void and Dark Matter could still slip out of my control at any time, I feel it. Eclipse is almost perfect. And then there's...another ultimate move I'm trying to control."
That change in her tone made Rumi tilt her head, "What's up with this one?"
Lenora wasn't sure to share this with Mirko. She trusted the woman with her life but a voice in her head was telling her to be careful about it.
"It's a pure light move, so it'll be a completely different mindset despite what I did 'till now", she reshaped what was left of the apple in her hands, creating a little butterfly.
Mirko scooped closer to her intern, her right hand resting on her shoulder, "What's wrong with this? You're not sure you can do it?"
Len shook her head, "That's not the problem. I know I can. My heart knows it, but," her eyes drifted down on the butterfly, making it fly with her air rune, "grand sacrifices are required to succeed grand results", she quoted her spell book.
The Pro didn't like how that sounded, "Enchantress, what are you trying to tell me here?"
The butterfly started floating around the women and after doing a plain circle around them, it started to mutate under their eyes. Soon, what before was an apple core, slowly became alive; the stem transformed into actual antennas, seeds moved to the top of it and squinted like eyes, while the peel twisted in the air and transformed into beautiful big, red wings. Mirko was in absolute shock, her gaze couldn't stop staring at the living insect fly on her nose, taking a pause on it, his small legs tickling her skin.
"How can this be even possible?"
The butterfly didn't last long though. Just like it took life in a minute, it rotted down to a crisp in less than ten seconds, and ashes were now being swooped away by the winter wind. Mirko blinked, her brain incapable to understand.
