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you even know the seriousness of what you’ve
done?”
    Anika scowled bitterly; her black eyes
glared in disdain. She raised a dark arm and pointed it at her
sister and the room began to shake violently. “Leave now,
Lantalia,” she seethed, “or I swear, I will kill you!” Her voice
was evil and coarse.
    “You can’t kill me,” Lantalia calmly
responded. A quick wave of her hand and the shaking stopped. “We’re
twins, Anika. You kill me, and you’ll die too.”
    Anika snarled like a caged animal and then
charged toward Lantalia with every intention of attacking. All at
once her black eyes rolled back in her head and she slowly rose
into the air.
    “Twin! Soon you will have no power over
us!”
    The voice was coming from Anika’s mouth, but
it wasn’t Anika’s. It was bizarre—a single voice, neither male nor
female, and yet somehow both; the volume of the voice was
earsplitting. “We made you, Lantalia, and we will destroy you!” Two
powerful bolts of silvery electricity shot from Anika’s eyes.
    Lantalia spun out of the way, narrowly
avoiding the bolts which crashed in an explosive shower of sparks
against the wall behind her. She looked up at Anika, who was
hanging in the air in a trance-like state. Lantalia closed her eyes
and began to chant in a monotonous drone. “Reloia sa . . . reloia
sa . . . reloia sa.” As she breathed the strange chant over and
over and over, a low hum surged in and out through the air. The hum
grew stronger until the air itself began to vibrate in visible
waves. The volume of Lantalia’s chant rose to meet the volume of
the hum.
    The humming and chanting
climaxed in a thunderous explosion which rippled throughout the
entire palace, shaking the walls and floors violently. With her
eyes still tightly shut, Lantalia raised her arm skyward and
yelled, “ reloia sa, reloia sa, reloia
sa! ” and made a flicking motion like she
was throwing an invisible object at her sister.
    Anika’s shadowy body twitched and shook in
the vibrating air; then, all at once, she fell hard to the floor,
landing awkwardly on her right shoulder.
    Lantalia rushed to her side and lifted her
in her arms. “Anika? Anika! Wake up,” she demanded gently slapping
Anika’s cheeks.
    Anika’s eyes blinked open. She groggily
whispered, “Lantalia? Wh . . . what’s happening to me?” Her mood
was the polar opposite of what it had just been and her voice
sounded normal.
    “Anika,” Lantalia blurted, “when you were
receiving the powers, did you hear a voice?”
    Anika nodded feebly. “Yes,” she wheezed. She
was getting weaker by the second.
    “Stay with me, Anika!” Lantalia persisted,
“What did the voice say?”
    She took a few shallow breaths. “Balance . .
.” she muttered. “It said something about balance.”
    “Balance?” Lantalia asked. “Anything
else?”
    “Yes . . . .” Anika’s eyes slipped shut.
    Lantalia shook her to keep her conscious.
“Come on, Anika. Stay awake! We don’t have much time! What else did
it say?”
    “It said . . . it was giving me . . . the
powers.”
    Lantalia shook her again. “It said the
‘powers to Anika’, but from where? From where, Anika?”
    Anika’s head slumped onto her chest. “Fr . .
. from . . . Lor Mandela,” she gasped laboriously and then slipped
into unconsciousness.
    Lantalia lowered her sister to the ground
and somberly rose to her feet. “From Lor Mandela?” she gasped. She
slid down onto the edge of the bed and stared at Anika’s limp body.
“Oh, you fool! What were you thinking?”
    Just then, Anika stirred. She moaned and
rolled to the side.
    Lantalia quickly sprang to her feet and
raced for the door. She waved her arm and again, the branches of
the tree disappeared and she darted from the room.
    Anika struggled to lift herself from the
floor and rubbed her aching shoulder. The tree branches
rematerialized without her even noticing that they had been gone.
“Oh, what now?” she questioned aloud, having no recollection