Fear, love... and betrayal; that's what I feel about my new life.
It's a life I never asked for, at least not like that.
I certainly dreamed of adventure, of escaping from my ordinary life, but nothing prepared me for what would happen when my norma...
"I have nothing to fear but fear itself."Franklin D. Roosevelt
In the morning, I wake up feeling well rested. I slept through another night without a nightmare. Obviously becoming an enchanter is doing wonders for me! I look at the clock: seven-thirty, I slept for almost twelve hours! I wonder why Charles told me I wouldn't be sleeping as much as before? I guess I still need to recover from all the events of the last couple days. I should get ready quickly because Flicka will be here soon and I still feel a little shaky and nervous after the events of last night.
Looking in my closet I notice a bag labeled Monday in big, bold letters. Digging a little deeper, I find that Flicka has indeed put together bags for the next four days as well. I find it incredible that she was so thoughtful to put together outfits for me for the whole week! I lock myself once more in the dark bathroom and put on outfit number one. It's certainly no easy task and I immediately see the problem when I turn the lights on and realize how badly I've buttoned up the lacy white blouse. Once readjusted in front of the mirror, I struggle to get my unruly hair into a bun. Just as my stomach begins to rumble, there's a knock on the door. I open to find Flicka, my savior, coffee and a chocolate croissant in her hands.
"I'm here a little earlier than expected. I was worried you might do something like that to your hair," she said, shoving the croissant into my mouth and forcing me to sit down on the dressing table's velvet cushioned seat.
"You still look like a human," echoes the voice in my head; and here I was hoping he would leave me alone today. I refuse to answer him because I don't feel like explaining my predicament to Flicka. I also don't want to ruin her contagious good mood. I decide the best I can do is to stare him down in the mirror, hoping that he'll get the point.
"There, that's perfect! You haven't seen the last of me yet. I'm having so much fun with your makeover and it gives me all the more reason to shop. We should really go out shopping together one of these days."
"I don't have the money to keep up with you."
"Oh, don't worry about that, Lou. My parents are quite well off and they never give me a hard time about spending money. Whatever makes me happy, makes them happy."
"We'll see..."
"Ok, come on, it's time to go to the arena for the welcome cocktail party; they'll be introducing all the professors. It's so exciting, I've been dreaming of this for so long!"
We walk over to the arena where Bethany greets us, handing us colored badges labeled with our names and a symbol representing our sign. Mine is white and the symbol is a circle.
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She offers us a glass of champagne and invites us into the room, which is already quite full. I return the glass to Bethany, telling her that I don't really feel like having anything to drink after the events of last night and she nods, motioning me towards the room. I can't be sure of the contents of the glass and I won't be twice fooled.
