The Effect: The Blade

     Looking around, all Estalet saw was white. Four white walls, a flat white ceiling, and white flooring, no doors or windows. Confused, she walked around in circles within the vast amount of... Nothing. There was nothing at all other than Estalet and she remained clothed in her nightwear. Her feet were bare and the floor was like cold ice melting into her skin. She stared at the wall intently with nothing else to do in the empty room. The young guard's face scrunched up and twisted at the thought of nothing to do, nothing to see and admire. 

   The guard approached one of the white walls and softly put her fingertips against it, wondering what type of material the wall was made from. Surprising Estalet, the wall started erupting into many different colors and the girl inspected the image the colors created. It was from her perspective, of when she had gotten scratched and scarred. The guard-in-training was not curious or scared from where or how this picturing came upon this wall, but was instead angered by the memory resurfacing, of her anger towards the boy Ronao Latoi. 

    Estalet peered down at the floor in an angry daze, clenching her fists. No longer was she a child. No longer was she weak. Also, no longer was she going to let him rule her childish memories.

    "No more...", Estalet whispered out with shaking breaths and a tight tone, lifting her head.

    All of a sudden after she said anything, the young guard stared as the image shifted and twirled and curved like tentacles of color around and around! Until... The colors settled and the image was presented to the young woman. It was again, from her perspective, yet this time it was some time after Ronao. It was of Ms. Entaller, in the midst of helping Estalet clean the wound inflicted previously by Ronao. 

    The lonely girl in the white room unclenched her fists from their tightened grip and sighed. Estalet was thankful for Ms. Entaller accompanying, teaching, and caring about her when no one else did. Very grateful.

    Satisfied with this image, the young guard then produced a confused face, wondering if anything would change if she were to tap the wall again. Testing her curiosity the girl slowly reached her hand out in hesitation, soaking in the last glances of the image. Her fingers met the cool wall. A flash.

    Surprising Estalet again, another image was gifted to her. This image was different, it presented no specific scene. It was a smile. She did not know who's smile this was, or when it sprouted upon this face... Yet... It still made the young guard feel happy and her face relaxed. It suddenly appeared to Estalet that these scenes... Images... Memories... All contain emotions. Remembering the stings of arrows and burn of the piercing tip of one in her calf, her face formed into a wince. She remembered her eyes closing. 

    Realizing the memories, and the emotions were contained in her mind she closed her eyes and thought about the walls of her mind. Another flash. The guard awakens.