He looked familiar but I couldn't put my finger on who he was. His white hair was a shade lighter than mine. And his eyes, I closed my eyes and pictured them again. They were like looking into the pulsating sea.
Who was that?
Why was he invisible?
How come he had powers like mine?
I was exhausted and I was still breathing heavily. Normally a big fight didn't tire me out so much but I hadn't slept well in weeks. I cleaned up the palace, repairing the staircase, removing the pieces of the shattered chandelier. Then I headed up to bed.
At least I knew he didn't want to hurt me. He wouldn't have saved my life if he wanted to kill me.
I wonder if he'll come back.
Well, if he does he has some explaining to do.
I climbed the stairs to my bedroom. The covers looks a little ruffled but I was too tired to care. I crawled under the blankets and fell asleep.
