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pleaded.
    “Kort!”
    She wanted him to look at her but he kept
his face turned into the wall. “I don’t have a hold of you! I’m not
even touching you!”
    “Annnniiiikaaaa,” he whined miserably,
“noooooo!”
    She leaned down and pulled him to his feet
and a loud, mournful yelp issued from his lips.
    “Kort,” she demanded, “look at me!”
    Slowly he turned his head toward her. His
eyes were tightly shut. “Noooo, Anika. Please . . . I’m sorry . . .
don’t . . . please . . . .”
    Tears streamed down his cheeks. “Stop!
Pleeeease!”
    “Kort!” she yelled. “Open your eyes!”
    All at once his knees buckled and he went
completely limp and slumped over into Anika’s arms.
    Anika lowered him to the ground and
frantically tried to revive him. “Kort! Come on! What is it?
Kort!”
    After a few seconds, his eyes fluttered
open; he looked up at Anika drowsily.
    “ Oh, Kort,” she gasped,
“are you all right?”
    He shakily pulled himself
to sitting and panted, “Anika, you’ve got to stop this! Something’s
wrong! Please end this now! I mean it! Something is really wrong.”
     
     

CHAPTER IV
DESTRUCTION FROM TWINS
     
    I t didn’t take long for Anika to realize that Kort was right.
Something was terribly wrong. Although her powers were stronger,
she had no control over them—no matter what she tried. In fact,
they seemed to be controlling her—and Anika’s powers weren’t the
only thing out of control.
    As the days passed her skin became muddy
gray and her hair, which looked wild and unkempt, darkened to
nearly pure black.
    Her eyes had remained black since the
morning she had attacked Kort, but now even the whites of her eyes
were a dull, murky gray. She had grown tired of the questions, and
the whispers, and the stares, so she stayed confined to her room
whenever possible.
    As for Lantalia, her powers hadn’t
diminished in the slightest. In fact, since her calling to
vritesse, she had been able to master almost every Trysta power
imaginable and was well on her way to becoming the most powerful
vritesse of all time.
     
    Early one evening, Anika was once again
alone in her room. She stood gazing at herself in a glass,
wondering what was going on and if she’d ever be able to stop it,
when Lantalia’s voice blasted from the hall.
    “Anika! You’ve finally gone too far!”
    Anika spun around as the tree that normally
guarded her door vanished entirely and her angry sister fumed in
its place.
    “This!” Lantalia hissed.
    She moved across the room and shoved their
great-grandmother’s journal toward Anika. “So, this is what you’ve
done?” she sneered, dropping the journal at Anika’s feet.
    “Where did you get that?” Anika’s voice was
scratchy and deep. “That’s mine!”
    Lantalia glared at her in disgust. “You left
it in my room the night I was called! I was too busy to look at it
. . . until last night.” A fiery magenta glow rose in her eyes.
“What made you think this would work, Anika?”
    As the glow in Lantalia’s eyes surged, a
painful electrical charge twisted through Anika’s body. She winced,
but refused to give her sister the satisfaction of seeing her cower
in pain.
    “How dare you!” she growled, “Mother was
foolish to choose you! You’re nothing!”
    Lantalia had to force herself to turn away
and break her torturous hold. “I should have known you were lying,
Anika,” she sneered. “All of that, ‘Oh, Lantalia! I’m so happy for
you’ and ‘that’s not what Mother would want’ rubbish!” She whirled
back around and faced her sister. “Now look at you! You’re hideous
and weak!”
    Anika glowered at Lantalia for a moment, but
then began cackling wildly. “No, my dear Lantalia! You’re the weak
one! I am becoming invincible!” She appeared positively mad as she
shoved Lantalia hard and staggered across the room.
    “Anika! You’ve gone too
far!” Lantalia repeated, both anger and concern evident in her
tone. “Do you have any idea? Do