Light Bearer

Xiran's jaw hung open in bewilderment and he blinked several times at her, the words sinking in and registering the fact that he already deep down had an inkling about. 

"She indeed is special," he confessed while covering himself and fastening the belt that held his chiton together. 

"You should keep her protected. Someone who can onset the emergence of such power is rare and can put a target on her back," Moiga instructed, as she poured some silverish liquid into a small container from the shelf. 

"I will, no one can harm her," he was determined to never let any hurt come to her. She was his and solely his. 

"Here, drink this. It will help you better channel your powers in future and facilitate you in training and getting them under control without blunders," Moiga handed over the container and Xiran suspiciously stared at her without making an effort to accept it.