The Trinity of Magic (Book 2 of the Trinity series)

Chapter 14

A/N: This chapter is a little different than all the rest of them. It is purely focused on Caley. I wanted to write it because a lot has been going on with Caley in the first half of this book. I'm going to use this chapter to reflect back on all of that and show her feelings about it. There isn't any action, but this is probably the best character development you will ever find (not to sound cocky). So read on, readers!

I stepped out of my shower, dried myself off, and pulled my bathrobe on.

I walked in front of my mirror and reached forward, wiping the glass of the foggy condensation that had formed on it. I looked in the mirror now, which had fogged up again. I sighed and reached out, turning the vent fan on. While the condensation evaporated, I ran a brush through my hair.

When the fog disappeared and the mirror was clean again, I reached over and turned the fan off.

Then I stood and faced myself and what I had become.

The girl in the mirror had no make-up on. Her hair was still wet and unstyled. She was wearing a plush baby blue bathrobe and nothing else. This is the person that I was looking at.

The first thing I noticed about her was that she was taller; much, much taller than she was a year ago. She had grown a lot. Her posture was different. She stood up straight, her back stiff, her shoulders set back, her chest forward. The way she held herself showed a difference in her attitude, in her behavior. She was more confident now, more aware of herself. She had changed.

The next noticeable thing about the girl in the mirror was that her skin seemed almost as if it were glowing. It was difficult to discern whether this glow was beautiful or eerie. She seemed to have an almost radiance about her that was magnetic, beautiful, and frightening all at once.

Her skin was smooth and soft, almost like a newborn baby, although she was far from. There were no blemishes, no discolorations, no scars or bruises or birthmarks. Just pale cream colored skin that had hints of pink tints in all the right places.

Next was this girl's hair, which was now slowly drying naturally with the air. It was a soft blonde color, not harshly yellow, but not quite palely bleached. It was the perfect mixture of hues: light yellows and even lighter browns. It fell over her shoulders and rested just above her mid-back. It had grown longer. No more did the girl have front bangs. Instead, her hair was parted slightly off to the side, waves caressing her heart shaped face. It fell beautiful in silky soft waves all down her back, just adding to her simple beauty.

Possibly the most striking feature of this girl, however, was her eyes.

They were the bluest of all blues. Bluer than the ocean. Bluer than the sky on cloudless summer day. Bluer than sapphires, and more beautiful as well. They sparkled, but not in the innocent way that little childrens' eyes do. They sparkled in an almost strange way, a mixture of mischief and knowledge; a knowledge that was both dangerous and life-changing.

They stuck out, her eyes, as the focal feature of this girl. At first glance, one was immediately drawn to them, becoming enthralled at once, unable to look away, unable to fathom what lay behind them.

Who was this girl? Who was she? Why was she so different from the girl I had known just a year ago?

Exactly 365 days ago, my mother died in my arms. I watched as she closed her eyes, saying she was tired and telling me not to wait up on her. I watched, helpless, as the life fled away from her in front of my very eyes.

A year later, here stands the girl who watched her mother. Here stands the girl who cried hopelessly through nights on end, never quite being able to get the pain out of her heart. Here stands the girl who lost everything in one person, in one summer.