Now I knew why, a few months later, when I realized I was the Chosen One, I didn't tell anyone. Simply because I didn't want anyone pressuring me; I didn't want everyone looking at me and judging me, or having to prove to others that I really was the Chosen One by performing some magic. I just wanted to go at my own pace, calmly, because, as Grandma had said, it was a great responsibility and I had to behave with the seriousness the situation demanded. And yet, I couldn't save myself from the pressure of keeping the truth hidden, because while I avoided all those things, I couldn't avoid the fact that by hiding my powers I made everyone believe I was an outcast of Magic - the one Magic deemed unworthy to be revealed to. So I carry a burden; maybe that burden is even heavier than the truth. But now, there's no turning back, at least for now...