142 — Why?

Standing in front of the window, Cynthia gazed at the blue sky, the brilliant sun blinding her sight.

Taking a deep breath, she hurried to her closet, yanked open the last drawer, and sifted through her clothes. When her fingers brushed against a cold metal object, she retrieved the round pendant.

She carefully rubbed it, whispering a few words and then returned to her place by the window.

"You should properly call me from now on. I'm not your servant, you know," a deep manly voice spoke, an eagle appearing from through a violet portal.

"Sure, sure. But first business," Cynthia extended her head towards the bird who flapped its wings.

The animal had a brown body with white wings and it held a bag in its claws.

Within the blink of an eye, the animal transformed itself into a young man with tan skin, sharp amber eyes and white hair.

The man jumped through the window before putting the container in Cynthia's hand.