"Heh," I laugh, "Crown, this new…power…is so demanding. Yet…I know I need this power…"
Yes…yes, use that power…use it…find out more about this Layla girl I was informed about…we need to take down Omega-Xis…
"Got it," I say.
I look through the girl's books, tossing them to the floor as I go.
Finally, I reach a journal written by hand.
I open the journal, the creatures that Crown calls his familiars whispering in my ears what I am reading.
Oh, Diary, Petra picked on me again! I hate her…
I throw the journal.
Grade school tripe. How unbearably immature.
"No, no, no, no…" I say quietly, in a singsong voice.
The doorknob jiggles.
I freeze.
Could it be that she detected me after the AM-ian left?
Suddenly the doorknob returns to normal.
"Sparkshurtgirlshecantgoin," one of the familiars whisper.
"Speak slowly," I hiss, "You know I can't tolerate that nonsense."
"Sparks hurt girl," the familiar repeats slowly, "She can't go in."
So my power is stronger than I thought.
The robes I wear crackle as I walk to the window.
My gloves simply spark with my power.
Most of all, the crown I wear on my head radiates power.
I open the window, and then turn for a last glance at the girl's room.
Stuffed animals galore, posters of humans on her wall, nothing that would imply that the girl was hanging with an AM-ian.
"Good-bye, Layla Woods," I say with a smile, "We shall meet soon."
I jump out the window and land on a wave-road.
Time to pulse out to my bedroom…Mother, you are so doomed for choosing a place that has a wavehole in my bedroom…