Eleanor's smile started to fade, and she suddenly became solemn when she remembered the last paragraph she had read in the journal. She looked down at the box beside her, sadness and helplessness mixed in her expression. She slowly drew the journal out and started reading it.
'You were very young and were unable to control your energy. Uncontrolled power has the potential to harm you and those around you. Furthermore, Ursa could have used you to cause harm to others. I have no choice but to use a spell to keep it under control.'
When Eleanor read her mother's explanations, her face softened and her anger subsided.
'But your energy will increase with your age, and it will start hurting you if you do not learn to control it.'
Eleanor instinctively reached out to touch her birthmark, recalling how it used to burn her. She had learned how to store her energy in one place, and the star stopped glowing at night.
