Sylvia sat in the rocking chair in the living room corner, rocking back and forth while her eyes were glued to the ceiling. Her face was calm, and her mind was numb. She was not thinking about anything in particular, yet the innermost part of her mind was trying to figure out a way forward.
How calming and relaxing it feels to be the one in charge of things! Sylvia smiled.
When was the last time she had felt so elated and powerful?
Maybe when she used to practice the forbidden magic, experimenting with it. In the morning, when Broughton gathered to witness the most shocking unfortunate thing in its history, Sylvia observed everyone's faces carefully.
She couldn't forget how fear clouded their eyes and shock paled their faces. She could see them cowering, reaching for the powers in heaven for their security.
