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He had fine lines around his lips and a pointed chin. I got up, feeling dizzy, my hands shaking.
    ‘I think you already said enough. I don’t know how you know all these things about me, but frankly I don’t care. You’re a stranger and you must leave before I call the police.’ I folded my arms together. My breath came short and the hair on the back of my neck stood up.
    Tron didn’t move and he didn’t even blink. For about thirty seconds he continued to stare at me. Then I felt him and his power in my blood and my bones. Powerful and enigmatic waves of current lashed through me, pulling me back to my seat. I tried to fight it, but the tingle of heat was so strong that I broke out in a sweat and flopped back on the chair. Dread moved over my spine as I stared at those blue eyes.
    ‘Your grandmother is stubborn, but you, young lady, you’re even worse than her. We both know that you need help and it’s time to put the fear aside.’ Tron continued talking, stroking his chin at the same time. ‘We need to start the training.’
    I laughed nervously, tossing my hair behind me.
    ‘Training?’ I repeated.
    ‘Well, we don’t have to, but I strongly suggest that we do. The visions that you’re experiencing, well, those are real. You could hurt people,’ he explained. ‘Do you really want to do that?’
    I sat there on the chair, speechless and lost. Anxiety and fear were like my best buddies patting me on the back when I thought about the fire and my mother. Maybe I was cursed and the vision about my mother dying in the fire was real. If that theory made sense, then I had to do anything I could to prevent it from becoming real.
    When I didn’t respond, he leaned over the table and added, ‘Julia, stop treating me like I’m your enemy. I know everything about you and I want to help you. Your magic needs to be controlled.’
    I needed a minute to gather my thoughts.
    ‘I heard about the legend, a cursed elf overpowered by the darkness. I’ve seen a vision of my mother burning alive. If I’m the one that my grandmother was afraid to talk about, then help me. I’ll do anything to save my mother. She is a human and doesn’t know about our world,’ I said, determination in my voice. I needed to know if he was able to do anything for me. I was petrified thinking that I had a power that was so dangerous and so lethal that could hurt people. If he was right, then everyone I truly loved was in danger, especially my mother.
    Magic had always been there to make my life difficult. My grandmother praised it and loved it, but I hated and despised it. My spells were faint, but when I managed to use my power it was much stronger than anyone else’s in the family, but it seldom obeyed me.
    It took Tron a long while to respond.
    ‘It’s just a legend, but you’re right, these visions are worrying. I can sense that you used a very dark spell last night. You have blood on your hands, but until you reach your full power we wouldn’t be able to fight with your darkness,’ Tron said. ‘Let me train that drizzling power that you are holding within you.’
    ‘I don’t understand. Why do you want to help me? What’s in it for you?’ I kept asking, looking at his blue eyes. He didn’t believe in the curse, but I had to think about the worst case scenario. I had to consider all the options.
    ‘I owe your grandmother a favour, and you are unique. I’ve foreseen danger. Many people will die if you leave your magic as it is. Dark wizards, paranormals that are starved for power may take the advantage of you. You’re vulnerable and your loved ones are in danger.’
    I started chewing my bottom lip thinking about this more clearly. Memories from my dream during the meeting were fresh and vivid. I couldn’t take that risk, knowing that I could be responsible for my mother’s death.
    ‘What about the killer? In flashbacks I’ve seen myself killing and I woke up with blood on my hands this morning—in my living room!’ I