Airam paced anxiously back and forth in the library, her mind racing. "Do you have any idea what could be causing this? Could it have something to do with science?" she asked, her voice laced with uncertainty.
Pandora glanced up from her book, a calm smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Well, technically, magic is a form of science... in its own way," she replied, her voice almost teasing.
Airam halted mid-step, her eyes narrowing. "You really think this is magic?"
Pandora’s expression shifted, a flicker of concern flashing across her face. She set her book down slowly. "Airam, you need to calm down. You're freaking yourself out," she said, her tone soft yet firm.
Reluctantly, Airam sank into one of the chairs, her hands still trembling. "Do you think this has something to do with magic?" she asked, her voice quieter, as if she were trying to convince herself.
"Yes," Pandora answered, her voice steady. She leaned back, folding her arms. "I’ve been around it my whole life. My parents have this library full of occult books. They never let me touch them, but what I've read... It helped me control light. I know magic when I feel it."Airam sat still for a moment, processing her words. "Do you really think what’s happening to me... could be magic?"
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Pandora met her gaze, her eyes serious now. "I do." Airam inhaled deeply, trying to steady herself as the weight of everything sank in. "Do you think we should tell the others?" she asked, her voice uncertain but laced with urgency. "I mean... they have to have some kind of magic too, right?"
Pandora tilted her head, her gaze thoughtful. "We should tell them," she agreed, though hesitation flickered in her tone. "But... I’m not sure how they’ll take it. Not everyone handles this kind of thing the same way."
Airam frowned, tapping her fingers nervously on the edge of the table. "Maybe we should start with Dahlia or Jericho," she suggested. "They’re... grounded. They’ll try to understand, at least."
Pandora’s lips curled into a faint, knowing smile. "Dahlia would listen, no doubt. She’d probably try to make sense of it all... in her own way. And Jericho?" Pandora chuckled softly, shaking her head. "He might just surprise us."
Airam leaned back, her brows knitting together as her thoughts churned. "We can’t keep this to ourselves forever. If we’re right, this isn’t just about me or you. It’s all of us."
Pandora leaned forward, her eyes locking onto Airam’s. "You’re right," she said softly but firmly. "But we have to be careful, Airam. The truth can be... overwhelming. Not everyone is ready for it, even if they’re part of it."
Airam nodded slowly, a hint of resolve hardening in her expression. "Then we’ll figure it out together. One step at a time."
