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.