"So this is what love is like," mused Tegryn. He was a picture of happiness - indeed, he was happier than he'd ever thought possible, and he'd been like that for days. He and Musa were almost inseparable - she would bring him all sorts of food for his meals (Musa's omelettes were simply amazing - well, he thought so anyway), he would help as much as he could with her homework (of course, he knew nothing about magic so most of the time he was as much use as a chocolate teapot), or perhaps they would just chill out and listen to their favourite tunes together. And of course, being a couple, they went on plenty of dates as well as fun nights out with the rest of the gang.

He was well on the road to a full recovery by now, probably because he was only too happy to let Bloom practice her healing powers on him. His broken shoulder was healed, his ribs were more or less better, and he had regained almost all feeling in his legs - he was finally able to walk without any help, although he still tired quicker than usual.

But there was something on his mind. He couldn't get the events of THAT dream out of his head. No, it wasn't the fact that he finally had the guts to admit he loved Musa, but it was the way he fought back against the witches' spells and attacks that intrigued him. Was that JUST a dream... or had something been awakened in him? He certainly felt there was something in him, but he had to find out somehow.

That opportunity came as he and Musa were out walking in the forest with their friends. He spotted a rock on the ground and an idea quickly flashed into his head. He went over and picked it up. He handed it to Sky, walked a few paces away, turned around and said "Throw it at me."

A look of amazement came over everybody's faces.

"Trust me, I won't hold it against you if this doesn't work. Just throw it, as hard as you can."

Still puzzled, he did as he was asked and hurled it for all he was worth. His aim was true and the rock hurtled straight for Tegryn's nose. It bounced harmlessly away. Tegryn never flinched, and there wasn't a mark to be seen - no cuts, no bruises, not even a speck of dust.

He was right. Somehow, and don't ask him how, he had the ability to cast his own shield spell, just as he did during the witches last attack.

But was there more? He would soon find out.