Manifesting | kotlc

- chapter - eleven -

unedited and written at 4am so i'm sorry

In all the excitement of worrying over Blythe, I found it kind of funny that I somehow forgot about having to see Councilor Terik. I was a bit anxious about the meeting, knowing that he truly did not use his ability anymore. Only certain children that he knew personally, such as Eamon, were invited. Although when Eamon told me about it, he said that it was more curiosity on if the children would take after their mother. 

In the end though, it wasn't all that exciting. My dad lightleaped with me, and we both stood outside his office for around two minutes before being allowed inside. We made light conversation before he sat us down and explained how what he was going to do wouldn't hurt me, and that it was no bad reflection on my character whatever outcome the reading would have. 

I sat there in silence as he hummed in confusion to himself. "Is there something wrong?" I questioned, worriedly. "I mean, I know you said not to worry but. . . I'm kind of worrying."

"No, there's nothing wrong." He glanced at my father, and sighed. "Due to past inconveniences, I prefer when the parents are not in the room for the verdict. It should be up to the prodigy, not the parent, how they use their potential." 

My father nodded and placed his hand on my shoulder soothingly. "I'll be out there waiting, bud." 

I nodded to my father and after he left the room and I knew he was fully out of listening viscinity, I turned back to the Councilor Terik. "If nothing's wrong, why do you look like something's wrong?"

 "You seem to be giving off waves of potential," he explained while shaking his head. "I don't like to torture myself with theories such as the ones screaming in my head as we speak, but I needed to make sure your father wasn't in the room as I told you this." 

"Am I going to hate what you're about to say, because I am fully okay with not being told whatever it is." I shut my eyes in fear. He hadn't defined whether the waves of potential were evil or good. What if I was giving off waves of evil potential? 

"I think it's good that I was convinced to do this reading today. I really don't like doing them, it led to parents being angry and children growing up with resentment. My ability has ruined a few people's outlooks on life. I sometimes forget the good that can come from my ability, the warnings and the advice I can give."

"Warnings?" 

"You need to use your potential, Novena." He narrowed his eyes. "I know you are determined to keep shut on your ability, to lock your mind and your ability. With all the potential consuming your body, you might quite literally explode. I'm sensing a new era." He sat back in his chair. "I'm aware that simply your manifestation has already been different from others?" 

"My ability has been triggered by emotions," I offered, frowning. 

"While emotions trigger how a person uses their ability, yours genuinely trigger whether your ability will flare up or not. It's unusual, and could be destructive. But it's powerful and it's there for a reason. You're different from all the others. It's strange, because it's questionable. How does a young girl born from two talentless elves gain so much potential?" 

"I can't answer that question." I looked down at my hands, where I was fiddling with my fingers nervously. I didn't know what else to say. I was still shocked at the verdict he was giving me. 

"I'm going to speak with Miss. Redek about your potential and how she can incorporate it with your lessons." He stood up and I followed him to the door, where he opened it to reveal my father sitting in a chair waiting. "Do not take what I said to you today lightly, please. I will be waiting to see what you do."