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"Kari."
Hearing her name being spoken in such a voice made Kari jump slightly. Her eyes flickered open; she was still at the lake, her arms still in the pool, but when she tried to pull them out, they wouldn't budge. "Who's there? Where are you? What is going on?"
She glanced out at the pool. A ghostly figure rose from it, hovering a couple of meters above the surface. His back was hunched as if the pale chains that drooped from him weighed a hundred times a building. His eyes were very, very dark and the way he glared at Kari made her somewhat uncomfortable.
"We've been expecting you," he rasped.
Fear coursed through her. "W-who are you? What do you want from me?"
The spirit glided a little closer. "I'm Zenithatic Sykro. You're here because you're also a Zenithatic. In fact, the third known Zenithatic, ever."
"Wh-what?" Thousands of questions circled Kari's mind. "Why am I like this? What does it mean? What do I do? What? I-"
Sykro gave a hoarse chuckle. "It means your magic is more powerful than those held by regular kiroccos. You can enchant things with your mind. And it isn't limited to a set number of spells; you can do whatever you want, except bring back the dead. It's extremely powerful, as you can enchant things more than once, overwrite existing enchantments, and defeat normal Goldarts, in this case, anyone, because you're the only one living."
Kari looked down in amazement and fear, the main feelings amongst many going on in her head.
I'm special.
My magic is more powerful.
A lot more powerful...

Just the thought of so much power was enough to rattle her bones.
"Now, hold still," Sykro demanded. He raised his bony arms into the air, and at that moment, Kari felt the trainee bracelets melt into atoms. In an instant, they were replaced by something softer, smoother and silkier. They were splashed with all kinds of colours, from black to white to blue to purple, almost like a galaxy. What stunned her even more was the fact the 'galaxy' seemed to be shifting constantly.
Then, a layer of gold seeped over it, covering the galaxy, hiding it from sight.
Kari looked up at Sykro again.
"These are your Zenithatic Bracelets. Although you don't need them, as you can control magic without bracelets, you have to wear them so that nobody is suspicious of you having no bracelets. If you say "I am a Zenithatic", the gold layer will fade and reveal the true bracelets. To go back, say "I am not a Zenithatic", and the gold layer will return."
Kari nodded as he continued.
"Now, I'm warning you, do NOT reveal this secret to ANYONE, EVER. Not your family. Not your friends. Not the Citykeepers. NOBODY. You can use it as much as you like, as long as you keep it hidden. Understood?"
Kari nodded. "I understand."
Sykro didn't look amused. "I'm serious. The first ever Zenithatic, Myskyr, revealed his magic to the Citykeepers, and for the rest of his life, he was used by them to enchant things for him, not knowing he could use his magic to escape. Because of what he told me, I avoided it."
Kari nodded again.
Just then, her vision began to blur slowly. Some kind of nausea gripped her head, and many questions about her powers circled her mind. But Sykro's voice overpowered all.
"Don't tell anyone..."

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