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"I knew about your powers."
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Celestria stepped out of the General's tent, the sensation of the sharp object still fresh on her skin. She could feel the cool evening air wrap around her arm, mingling with the warmth of the surge that had just coursed through her. Her heart raced, recalling the moment when the General had pierced her skin, the shock of energy that followed like a jolt of lightning. The lavender and blue light that burst forth had felt exhilarating yet terrifying, an awakening of something she hadn't understood until now.
"You may leave," he had said, his voice authoritative and calm, a stark contrast to the turmoil she felt inside. As she walked away, the whispers of the soldiers and Grisha filled the air, their shocked stares boring into her like arrows. Some eyes widened in awe, while others glinted with suspicion. Celestria clenched her jaw, pushing through the weight of their gazes. With each step, she couldn't shake the realization that she was different now—marked by the General's blade and imbued with a power she had yet to comprehend. A mixture of fear and exhilaration bubbled within her.
What did this mean for her?
As she approached her tent, the familiar sight of the canvas structure felt both grounding and foreign. But just outside, a figure stood waiting, and her heart leapt. Zoya. She was here, and despite the chaos in Celestria's mind, the sight of her sent warmth flooding through her chest.
Zoya's expression was unreadable, her brows knitted as she stepped closer. The moment Zoya placed her hand over Celestria's wrist, a jolt of energy pulsed between them—electric and undeniable. Celestria instinctively tried to ignore it, but the connection sent shivers down her spine.
"Come on," Zoya said, her voice firm yet soft as she dragged Celestria into the tent. The tent felt like a sanctuary, and as Zoya forced her to sit on the edge of her bed, an unusual tension filled the space. Zoya's face was etched with guilt, her features softer than Celestria had ever seen them.
"A-are you okay?" Celestria asked, her voice tentative, searching for a glimpse of reassurance in Zoya's eyes.
Zoya hesitated, her gaze dropping to the ground as if the weight of the world rested on her shoulders. "I'm sorry," she blurted out, catching Celestria off guard.
"Whatever it is, it's none of your fault; you don't need to apolog—"
Zoya cut her off, her voice sharper than before. "It's about your powers."
Celestria's heart skipped a beat, confusion knitting her brows together. "What?"
"I knew," Zoya said, her voice barely above a whisper, each word hanging heavy in the air. "I knew about your powers."
Celestria froze, a thousand thoughts colliding in her mind. She felt a rush of anger mixed with disbelief. Zoya had known? All this time, and she hadn't said a word? Why? A surge of betrayal washed over her, threatening to bubble to the surface.
