Interrogations

I got home and just like last time when I had stood up to Prof. Bulock, nobody said a word to me until I had eaten and freshened up. It was a bit comforting in its predictability.

I could feel the weight of their gazes, though, as I moved from one hut to the other, heavy with unspoken questions and concerns. My thoughts too remained a tangled mess as I tried to make sense of what had happened earlier. I was as confused as them. I had questions just like them.

Like who exactly was I? Why did I have a voice in my head? How had I expended such power? It was magic, and then something else. The voice in my head had accentuated that theory. But what could it be? A wolf? A Jaguar? What exactly? My mind reverted back to the strange dreams that had been popping up since I had been thrown into the holding cell by Adam's father.