'Breath, breath… I can do it. Everything will be fine.'
She wanted to slap herself and pull her mind from its frozen trance. She was nothing without her powers. Soprana was just like any other human being without them. She could feel it; she was normal. There was always a fear in her that stipulated the disappearance of her powers. Would she come back without them? She preferred to die. Death was more merciful than life.
Her hands pressed on her head as her elbows rested on top of the table. She wished there was a mirror nearby so she could see her blue eyes. It was the original colour; she had black hair and blue eyes, one of the children taken by an orphanage after the parents were assassinated.
"It's alright! We are here to talk not to fight. You don't need your wand in here."
