She spent days pestering and annoying me. The only thing that crossed her mind was traveling to the Otherworld. I was supposed to be her mentor, however, her power had surpassed my own. I was angry, and perhaps a little jealous that the truth had not struck me. I watched her cross, unable to see where she was going or what would happen to her. Somewhere in the back of my head I realized that no one had ever returned to the real world from the Otherworld. Whether they die or just never find there way back is unknown. I called out to her moments to late.
It was true I said I didn't care, but i had lied. Watching her go was the most pain I had ever felt. The wound deeper than the skin. There was no way to take it back. Even if I had all the magics in my possession it still wouldn't be possible. Frustrated, I walked away a single tear slipping from my eye.
