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| THE SORCERERS OF GOLDEN AGE
WHAT passed from being days,turned into a week, and Cassia was proud to say the voice had stopped coming after her, though she still tried to keep her guard up just in case it decided to appear out of nowhere, like it usually did.
Her nights had become full of peaceful sleep, this being as her dreams with the pirate had disappeared ever since she met him — not that they ever bothered her — and now the voice too; only this one was so recent that it had stopped.
It never left Cassia's mind what it spoke to her the day she drank the elixir when Salos visited her. She had woken up in panic and from what she knew, the wizard already figured out something was wrong.
He could feel it, and he knew whether it was good or bad, but he couldn't see it. Salos couldn't visit beyond the dreams as that wasn't his realm to mess with, but he could know who was in it. He wasn't able to see what was happening. The rest was a mystery to him.
"Cassia." Salos shook the girl out of the abyss making her gasp with a grip on his shoulder from her hand.
"I saw your father," He spoke with his eyes on her, watching her chest rise up and down with heavy breathing.
Cassia knew Salos couldn't mess with the realm of dreams, and how he also wasn't allowed — or couldn't — see beyond them. She had furthermore noticed how he didn't mention the voice, and that told the brunette that he didn't sense it.
She wasn't going to be dumb and mention it to him because she knew he would take notice of it.
So what she did say was —
"Yeah, he was... chained up." She swallowed.
The wizard sighed lowering his head. "I should've told you this could also shows you your deepest fears if you drink all of it."
And it made sense to her, for the potion was supposed to reveal her feelings toward Harry, it revealed more than it should've had.
Cassia stood in front of a bookshelf in the library, her eyes, focused on finding a book that could tell her anything about this voice. It shouldn't be hard, as all her resources were that she was listening to a voice inside her head and it was driving her insane.
Yeah, not hard at all!
She sighed, maybe she should use the internet, it's faster and she saves time, though the brunette knew that books contained more authentic information than the internet — Wikipedia — could ever have. But she also thought about the possibility of finding a book and just looking for it at the library.
