(Amaia)
"My mother had healing magic and I never met my father. My mother never spoke about him so I don't know," I answer, hugging the book to my chest, trying to find some solace.
Memories of my family come rushing back and I let out a sigh, my body deflating like a balloon which has been pricked by a needle.
"I am sorry about your family, Amaia. No one deserves such a fate," he says with hints of compassion in his voice.
I raise my head and look him straight in the eyes. Our gazes lock.
"They will pay. Every one of them." I remembered their faces, the ones who came before my mother placed that necklace around my neck and ushered me out. It's because of this necklace around my neck that my appearance remains concealed.
"Focus on getting stronger for now. If you need any help–you come to me. Don't go looking for trouble," he says calmly and I stand up.
"Thank you for the book. I will read and make notes."
