Power... power?
Evangeline rubbed her palms together as she walked out of the dining room and made her way back toward the bedroom. Ever since Hyperion revealed that there was a power sleeping inside her, one that had somehow manifested the moment she touched the gemstone, she found herself unable to fully process the truth of it.
She was happy, of course she was. In a world as dangerous as this, possessing power meant possessing the ability to protect. It meant she would no longer remain helpless every time danger appeared before her eyes. Yet alongside that happiness was another feeling she could not properly describe, something strange and restless that continued gnawing at the corners of her heart no matter how much she tried to ignore it.
