The elder sister Nina woke up right after the young one fell asleep again as midnight dawned. She still couldn’t stand and was embarrassed when she realized she was still laying on my lap. I promptly insisted that it was necessary for her survival. She thanked me though I could see the blush on her cheeks, a sign that she was awfully ashamed.
She then turned her head to see what Yuna was up to, she smiled when she saw her sleeping just beside her. She was on the floor but the floor didn’t really feel cold or uncomfortable, in fact, it felt warm. She then looked at me and realized that the floor was like this because of me.
As comical as it was, we started talking to each other and asking questions. Just like her little sister, it seemed like the elder sister was also a curious lady.
“You’re strange,” She suddenly said in the middle of our conversation. I raise my brows and tilted my head to show a bit of emotion.
“How so?” I inquired. Nina smiled and slowly raised her left hand touched my hair. I did not understand what she was doing but I figured that she was trying to point out something.
“Your hair,” I knew it. She was trying to point out something she sees on or in me that was weird. My hair was weird?
“It’s dark, so you really aren’t from here,” She pointed out. Hair color seemed to represent something important in this world so of course, I asked.
“Is that weird?”
She smiled. Which was actually weird and made me concerned. Was she going mad?
“Hair represents your status in our society. Represents what power you have, if you are worthy of high respect or merely a waste,” She said.
I frowned slightly. I was not angry with her but her explanation implied that there was discrimination based on hair color and if I was not careful, I may attract unwanted attention or hostilities, maybe even both.
She twirled some of my hair around her hand and looked at me dead in the eye.
“White symbolized the highest of powers. You, on the other hand, have black hair. The darkest I’ve ever seen,” She continued.
I then mustered my question.
“So we’re opposites?” I said. I still did not quite understand what she was talking about because I could tell she was being as vague as possible with the way she explained things.
She continued staring at me and avoided my question until she finally let go of my hair and turned her head away from me and towards her sister beside her. I didn’t push further into initiating a conversation because I figured that she left the final answer vague in the first place to fuel my curiosity. She may have been clumsy but she was smarter than she went by.
Of course, if she had any intentions of harming me sooner or later, I most likely would know as soon as she thinks of it. I may refrain from reading her mind but the mind doesn’t need to be entered to be read. Even if it wasn’t as effective as invading the psyche, a psychic like I could still capture leaks, crumbs, and small bits from the psychic energy all living beings leaked, especially those with weak wills.
After a few minutes, she too fell asleep once more. As both sisters dozed off until the early hours of the morning, I remained awake and vigilant. When the morning light finally broke, I gently placed Nina’s head on the floor and stood. I then walked towards the wall that seemed to prevent the blizzard from entering.
However, it now seemed to me that my initial assumptions were wrong. I peered into the wall using my psychic sense and found no abnormalities, there were no disturbances in the way gravity worked or was there an invisible barrier. The wall made from stone, was, without a doubt, just a normal wall made from stone. It seemed to me that the blizzard was the abnormal entity after all.
To test out my theory, I lifted two massive chunks from the collapsed floors using my psychic power and positioned myself far enough from the wall and near enough to make sure the two sisters wouldn’t be hit by any debris.
It was time to test it out.
Using my psychic power, I hurled the two chunks at half the speed of Mach 1. As expected, the two chunks burst through the segment of the wall each hit and tore two massive holes. The chunks then crashed into the snow but the impact was powerful enough to rock the ground, jolting the sisters awake.
“What was that?!” Nina stumbled onto her feet. She now had the strength to at least push herself to stand but not strong enough to actually walk or run. Both of them looked at me and then turned their attention to the two massive holes I made in the wall.
My suspicions were correct. The wall was not holding the blizzard back through any anomalous effect but it was the blizzard itself that was avoiding the entrance. Ignoring the sisters, I walked towards the left hole and extended my right hand in the swirling snowfall.
As soon as my hand left the boundaries of the wall, snow fell onto my arm and palm. I felt the cold gush of the wind accompanied by its howling roar.
Magic. The word suddenly crossed my mind.
Maybe it indeed had some merit, maybe in this reality, fantasy was not fantasy but actually reality. Maybe it was comparable to scientific laws and principles, where magic can defy logic by being its own logic.
I needed to know more. A psychic, any psychic, needed to expand its understanding of whatever unknown that laid out there to further his or her growth. I hadn’t grown ever since becoming the most powerful back then but this time I needed to break through the bounds and plow through the barriers that I had placed upon myself. If I was to protect these two, I needed to be stronger.
The two sisters weren’t really that important in the long term but I figured that my conclusions would change the more time we spent together. Advantages and disadvantages come and go just like time, it was up to me to exploit it to its fullest.
As I was lost in thought, I felt something tug my lower right coat. I was using my psychic powers, my senses were enhanced but something still managed to sneak behind me. For a split second, I became weary and my self-defense instincts kicked only for me to realize that there wasn’t really anyone there. The person that tugged my coat was none other than little Yuna who had been startled by my little experiment. Well, little would be an understatement to how loud and ground shaking it actually was.
I turned to look at her and she was pouting as if I had done something that wronged her. Well, technically I disturbed her nap so maybe I did? Eh, I was bad at this kid stuff. I never had or wanted a child, but here I was, taking care of one and her older sister like a chaperone.
I did voluntarily do this in my own free will so my complaints could only be blamed on me. With that said, I stared at her pouting face and she stared back at me, determined, and annoyed.
“Sorry about that,” I said. The little girl’s expression changed and then looked at the holes. she unconsciously opened her mouth again, a sign that she was amazed yet again because of I did. I kinda expected children like her to be more afraid of psychics.
Back then, whenever I displayed my powers to the general public, the first to cower in fear were the young people, especially the children aged twelve below. This little girl, who I had assumed to be at least seven or eight years of age, seemed to be braver than most kids I knew.
Good for her!
The braver the person is while they’re young, the better prepared the person would be when she grew older. Providing that her bravery did not turn into foolishness which was far, far too common with people who think they’re brave.
Just like how some self-indulgent idiots would think they’re smart when in fact they’re too dumb to even realize how much of an idiot they really are.
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