REMY
“Of course I have magic. What are you talking about?” My core was still glowing, lighting up the space directly around me, but I still couldn’t see signs of anyone or anything else.
“That flicker of magic you can use is nothing. You’re destined for great things, Remoria. For great magic. You just have to break it free.” The voice swirled around me, making it seem like the creature was constantly moving, but I still couldn’t see any signs of it. It was like it was invisible.
“My name’s not Remoria. It’s Remy.” I hated my full name. It was long and felt too proper. It was a pretty name, but it didn’t feel like my name. No one ever called me that, anyway.
“Embrace who you are, Remoria, and together we will do great things.” I could feel the voice pulling at me, just like before, but
