It was drawing near seven and I was sitting on my bed in my room, spacing out.  I needed to go to Aunt Eliza’s and speak to her but my intuition was reeling.  She had something to tell me or something to show me that would change me; I could feel it.  I stared in the mirror nearest me and studied myself.  I was changing, I had grown more beautiful and I was taller and stronger.  I remember Avery, she had to be six feet tall maybe more.  I wasn’t so gangly anymore, I had developed some muscles.  Zias had insisted that I begin some physical type training with him to make me stronger.

 “You need to train more than just your mind and gifts, you need to train your body,” he had said.

“Oh my gosh, you think I’m fat” I exclaim...

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