Two

Emilia slowly opened her eyes, and saw everything blurry.

She rubbed them, then blinked and saw a white ceiling. She quickly sat up, and looked around.

The room was filled with rows of white desks and chairs, and a lot of computers and laptops resting on the tables, their screen turned off, leaving frames of blackness.

On each table, there were numerous clear test tubes and heavy microscopes. Inside the test tubes, mysterious purple liquids floated.

"What is this place?" Emilia wondered, rubbing her eyes again..

She glanced down at her clothes. Her original black robe she wore in the morning had changed into a white hoodie emblazoned with a large, purple word NYC. She wore dark blue jeans, and her white sneakers had neatly tied shoelaces. 

Emilia always found her clothes different every time she entered the human world. The clothes humans made were uncomfortable. The thick, stiff fabrics they used could never compare with the soft and silky clothes she wore in the Souls' world. But to be super honest, Emilia almost liked the designs the humans made, because in the giant pile of clothes she had in her closet back in Majesticreek, she never had a collection of human clothes.

"Alright, I guess this is a science laboratory?" She muttered to herself, and stood up. Her legs wobbled when she stood up, and she almost fell. She didn't realize she had been sitting on the floor longer than she expected, and her limbs were getting numb.

Emilia balanced herself, and slowly walked around the room.

This place was large—about twice the size of the kitchen in her house—and filled with coffin-like glass boxes placed on the lower tables.

Emilia raised an eyebrow, as curiosity rose. She approached one of the glass boxes. It was more than seven feet long with a glass top, reflecting a clear view of the creature laying inside.

Emilia gasped, her eyes widened immediately. Her jaw fell open as she recognized the creature. 

"Is that…"

A male Soul. 

She could feel his power, though his power was really weak, almost drained, like the vitality on his face.

Emilia tilted her head, and looked closer at the Soul. His body had stitches from his chest all the way down his stomach.

Emilia instantly flinched when she saw the thin slices of scars covering the Soul's arms. Without even thinking, she reached Soul's—coffin.

A Healer could possibly save a Soul's life. But only when their amulet granted them the power. But Emilia's white amulet gave her the ability of Telekinesis. It was the first time she thought of her power as useless.

She flinched again when her fingertips touched the icy cold glass surface.

Emilia frowned with a hint of frustration. But she really was angry. She didn't know why the humans would put a Soul in the coffins they made. And especially her father would want to sign a treaty with them later.

Her eyes swept through the other coffins. She felt a tiny sense of relief when the other glass-boxes were empty.

Emilia could sense there was a peculiar alarm system on the coffin's lid. And she knew it would trigger if she interfered.

She shook her head. She knew she couldn't do anything about that. Except if she was a Technopath, then she could break through the complicated system. But once again, she was not. Just like she couldn't be a Healer.

If the alarm goes off, She thought, the humans will rush in, shouting "Intruders, catch her!" and point their stupid weapons—guns—at me.

Emilia shook her head out of her imagination. She wouldn't be afraid if that would happen, she could use her amulet and knock the humans on the ground—but the thing was, she couldn't do that—she wasn't allowed to. Souls never reveal their abilities to different species.

The stuffy air inside was making her feel uncomfortable, so she carefully stepped around the glasswares scattered on the floor. She didn't want to trip over them and make any noise. 

Then, she saw a tall metal door.

She looked up, and spotted a large green word above: EXIT.

Emilia quickly approached and opened it with a soft creak. A long, dark hallway stretched before her. 

She instinctively lit up her amulet, and started walking. She realized the emptiness in the hallway, with only her footsteps echoing.

As she walked, the sensor lights flickered one by one on each step she took.

"This human technology…" She muttered.

Emilia rolled her eyes. Humans developed technologies that always harmed nature in some sort of ways, like air pollution and toxic substances forming and destroying the habitats for animals.

She didn't realize she was clenching her fist, when her fingernails cutted her own palm, leaving a deep mark as she sucked in a cold breath.

She shook her hand, as if to shake the pain away, and continued walking.

The hallway was spotless—not even a speck of dust was visible on the wall or floor.

After what felt like an eternity of walking, she noticed an elevator ahead.

She quickened her pace and stopped in front of the silver-white elevator. She pressed the button on the right side of the elevator, making a soft clicking sound.

"Ding!" The elevator chimed, cutting through the silence.

Emilia stepped in casually but paused when she spotted a man inside. The human appeared to be in his forties, wearing a suit with alternating black and gray stripes, and a white tie on his neck. His face was clean-shaved, and his hair neatly trimmed. However, he did not look handsome.

Not exactly ugly—but kind of bad looking.

Emilia frowned a little, but walked in as though nothing was amiss. The man's eyes locked at her.

She turned around so she wasn't facing him, and rolled her eyes discreetly.

From a casual glance, Emilia saw the man was still watching her.

"What's the matter, Staring at me as if I'm not a human?"

Emilia asked, hiding her teasy tone, and found herself funny by describing herself "not a human". But indeed she was not.

The man frowned slightly. "How did you get in here…Miss?"

The man looked at her, his face had a weird look on it.

"...Oh!" Emilia grinned, "I must have spawned in here!"

"....What?" The man's head tilted, with a confused look on his face.

"What?" Emilia kept smirking—but made a hint of spookiness in her smile.

"Okay…but I am serious. Who are you? We don't have any workers that are this young like you…" The man cleared his throat, and before Emilia could think of what to reply, he continued, "But I guess you are some relatives of a worker here…maybe a sister?"

Nice imagination. Emilia raised her eyebrow. But thanks for giving me the perfect cover.

"Ding!" The elevator chimed again, and Emilia could respond, the elevator reached a new floor.

Without hesitation, Emilia stepped out of the elevator. But the man followed her.

"Hey, little girl! You are not supposed to be on this floor!" The man behind her shouted.

"Oh really? Are there any secrets on this floor?" Emilia grinned, and began walking even faster.

"Hey! Stop right there!" The man called out, he started walking toward Emilia. His heavy footsteps echoed behind her, his shoes clicking on the floor so loud she thought he was going to crack the marble floor. Just before she started getting mad, Selene's words reminded her. The party is at 12 pm at the palace.

But Emilia felt her patience wearing thin. She snorted in her heart. With a quick glance behind her, she turned back into the elevator.

The man followed her in, muttered something under his breath.

"Who are you?" The man asked.

"A worker's sister…?" Emilia answered impatiently, as she tossed her hair but missed the man's face by an inch.

"What is your father's name?"

"Zenik…I mean—" 

Emilia nearly gasped —she almost revealed her true identity to a human.

She quickly caught herself. "Why do you need to know?" She snapped, pushing back her panic.

"Because I—" Just before he finished his words, the elevator stopped and the metal door opened.

This floor was the original floor Emilia arrived in—the giant laboratory with the male Soul lying in a glass box. Emilia quickly bolted out, hearing the man shouting behind her, "Hey—"

She didn't bother to look back. The door closed before the man started chasing her again, and she sprinted down the hallway.

"Oh no, I can't be late for the party!" She mumbled to herself, as she ran toward the heavy door at the end of the hall.

The sensor light flickered brighter as she pushed the door open and rushed into the laboratory.

Everything was still the same. The glasswares spread across the low tables with shorter legs, almost the same level to the floor.

She walked to the corner where she had first been teleported, her hands slipping into her jeans pocket and retrieving her tone amulet.

She held onto it tightly, and closed her eyes.

"Take me back," she whispered.

The blinding white light enveloped her once again, and in an instant, Emilia vanished from the human laboratory. 

As soon as she levitated out of the well, her human clothing morphed back into her dark robes with the two crests still pinned to the hood. She hurried down the alley and reached the main square of the town, where a golden fountain in the middle was pouring water. Emilia slowed down her jog, and observed her surroundings. The usual crowded street was almost cleared, with only a few townspeople wandering on the sidewalk. The air was strangely quiet. Most of them were most likely in their cottages, but Emilia had no idea why the street was cleared. People who lived down town were definitely not as wealthy as Emilia—or it should be far less wealthy—but they still owned a single house, and everyone in the town always lived a peaceful life.

Emilia took a quick glance at the tall grandfather clock standing next to the sidewalk. It was a dark brown wooden clock, about a foot taller than the top of her head. It had stood there for more than thousands of years, and was built by the first Technopath ever existed, who used his technokinesis and made the clock incredibly durable.

Emilia squinted her eyes, trying to read the intricate clock . Analog clocks were complicated to read for her, and she was only used to reading a simple digital clock. After a minute of staring She finally figured out what it said—

11:27 am

She led out a breath of relief, and slowed down her pace to a walk. 33 minutes for her to arrive on time was definitely enough.

"I wonder if humans are arriving right now…" Emilia mumbled to herself, staring at the rows of fancy stores standing next to her. "And what is that laboratory that I saw? I should tell Selene…" She clenched her fists, when the image of the lifeless face of the Soul flashed in her mind.

"Humans…" She gritted her teeth. When she realized her knuckles turned white from the force she pushed toward her palm, she angrily punched them to a pink wall next to her. It was a wall of a hair salon, and it hurted her fist, making it numb. She scowled as she continued walking. 

Then, she reached a crossroad. Two blue crystal signs pointed in opposite directions.

←To upper town

→To Neveraleinia

Emilia stared at the dazzling golden words carved on the wood, her eyes shifted to the right side.

Neveraleinia was the name of the Soul Palace. Complicated and weird were the only two words Emilia had thought of when she first heard the name.

Selene had mentioned to her the party took place at the palace. She turned right almost without hesitation, and followed the path to Neveraleinia.

A few minutes later.

She started walking along the stone brick road to the palace.

There were thousands of bright colored flowers and lush green grasses lined the path. Oak trees stretched toward the sky, as if they wanted to touch the light blue heaven above.

The sudden beauty had lifted up her spirit, and she found herself skipping along the road, her heart lighter than it had been in a long time. She even started humming strange out-of-tune melodies, but a queasy feeling was swirling in her stomach. 

Soon, she found a weird feeling, because she had never been so excited—ever. She even felt weirder when she found herself not willing to skip or sing, but did anyway.

Then, she realized why.

"Empaths." Emilia groaned. Empaths could manipulate emotions, and the more advanced they were, they could even transfer their powers to people and even plants. So the plants could 'force' her to lift up her mood.

It irked her. She didn't like the feeling of getting controlled. Not even harmless flowers.

The gray palace with its dark red roof tops loomed ahead. She pulled herself back from her messy and random thoughts of the Empaths and their weird tricks.

Two muscular soldiers stood at the front gate, wearing heavy metal armor and high chained boots that reached all the way to their knees. Their armors glinted in the sun, their eyes locked at Emilia.

"Are you a guest for the event at the palace today?" One soldier asked in his thick voice, while holding up a long sheet of paper.

Emilia nearly laughed out loud at the soldier's comical mustache but quickly composed herself, forcing her to gaze at her black boots. 

Was that fake or real? She thought as she couldn't help smiling.

It must be fake!

"Excuse me….hello?" The soldier asked, pulling her back from her thoughts.

"Oh! Yes," Emilia scratched her head awkwardly, and replied, "...I'm Emilia Zenekilis."

"Ah, Miss Zenekilis!" The other soldier exclaimed—with an incredible amount of brown beards, flashed her a smile. "Please come in."

The massive metal door—maybe silver with its grey color—creaked opened, and Emilia stepped inside.

"Whoa." Emilia sucked in a breath.

The grand entrance was breathtaking. Instead of stone, the road leading inside was paved with soft grass, lined with hundreds rows of trees. Butterflies and bees playfully danced around, and the air smelled fresh and sweet of the vibrant plants. She inhaled deeply, and smelled the scent of gardenias—her favorite flower.

It was her second time at Neveraleinia. The first time had been a grand ceremony, when she was about two months old, to announce her as one of the great Lord's daughters.

She fastened her steps, each step gently stepping on the soft grasses. As she approached the iron front door, she instinctively stopped.

The gate was so tall and immense, she almost stopped breathing by the sudden intensity. The greyish black color loomed above her, as if telling her not to trespass.

She bit her lower lip, and pushed her hand against the door. It was heavy at first with its chilling touch, but then it opened with a high-pitched-creak.

Emilia nervously stepped in, her footsteps not making any sounds. Right after her whole body shifted indoors, the iron gate instantly closed with a loud thud.

She looked inside, and gasped.

The interior was even more magnificent than she remembered—slippery golden floors glimmering when the clear crystal chandeliers shimmered at it, forcing the whole room to shine. The statues lining the palace were carved from marble, diamonds, silvers and more minerals she didn't even recognize. 

"Welcome, Emilia."

A squeaky voice interrupted her awe. She looked up, and saw a boy standing beneath the chandelier. His white robe was draped in wolf-fur-like cloth. The golden bracelets wrapped around his whole right hand, Emilia couldn't help but think the weight might bend her bone if she was wearing all the heavy metals. His silver and silky gloves reaching up to his elbows were sparkled with teal diamonds along the edges. He seemed to be around fifteen or sixteen, but his dark blue eyes reminded her of someone.

Right—The King.

He looked a lot like the king. The same tinted skin tone and the eyes.

Her dark eyes narrowed as she noticed the royal crest clipped between the glittery golden linings on his clothes. The same golden crown and torches carved as her own crest pinned next her hood. 

I never knew this person here is part of the royalty. Emilia thought, and rolled her 

eyes. But she still felt anonymous to the person, because she had ever seen him before.

"You never see me doesn't mean I am not. Of course I am a part of the royalty. I am a prince." He said with his disgusting greasy smirk. 

Emilia was about to respond. But she recoiled, her heart shook.

He knew what she was thinking.

"You were reading my mind." Emilia asserted, surely showing her tinge of disgust and despitefulness.

"No, I wasn't," The prince replied smoothly, and suddenly leaned toward her. His dark blue eyes locked onto hers.

She clenched her jaw but said nothing. She wasn't interested in engaging with him. His greasy tone made her skin crawl. Emilia held back her disgusted feeling as she stepped away from the prince.

"Though I would like to be a Telepath when I receive my amulet. Because I really want to read your mind now." He said, and stared at Emilia, who was ready to vomit any second.

Just before the prince started to talk again, Emilia cleared her throat, which basically helped her hold back her barf. But she still couldn't help and gagged. Then, she slowly straightened her robe, and bowed slightly. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Prince…."

Her voice trailed off, as she realized she had no idea what his name was.

Besides, I never knew that man had a son! She snorted in her mind. 

"It is a pleasure to meet you, prince," She ended the sentence without saying his name, "But I am here to attend the meeting my father is hosting. I believe it is something far more important than…" Trash talking with youxx. Emilia finished the sentence in her thoughts. But instead, she said, "It is more important than chatting with you…although it would be a pleasure to do that if I have time." Yep, the complete opposite. If I actually have time, I'll kick you and slice you into pieces with my telekinesis. She rolled her eyes.

The prince tilted his head, his lips curling into a smug smile. He bent closer to Emilia, his face just inches from hers.

Emilia fought to hold back her disgust, imagining ripping his skin off and stabbing his eyeballs out, or chopping his body into million pieces. Instead, she managed to exhale and was forced to offer a thin smile. 

"Hmm…You don't need to blow air on me to tell me you used mint toothpaste this morning." The prince smirked—looked more like a wicked grin.

Before she could respond, an invisible force pushed toward the prince in the stomach. He staggered back several steps, looking momentarily surprised—or more like stunned, with a sense of fright in his eyes. He frowned.

Is he really that weak? Emilia thought. She reached for her amulet in her pocket, the glow from it was much stronger than usual, almost blinding when she stared straight at it. She just used the basic telekinesis trick she learned in Level 1, it could never do any harm to anyone besides feeling a light punch. Yet it was enough to unbalance him.

That definitely shouldn't mean a person could…almost fall on the floor with such an unpainful hit.

Or he was doing it on purpose to get her punished by the king?

Maybe he was faking it….trying to make her look bad.

Well, she didn't care, because she had at least given the prince a taste of bitterness, and to learn his lesson from harassing her. 

Emilia smirked, rubbing her palm and stuck them into her pockets, and said, "By the way, I used bubblegum toothpaste. Not mint."

"Oh, Emilia is here!"

A deep male voice called out as Emilia instantly spun around and saw a tall male with dark grey hair. His deep blue eyes were like the color of the ocean. But the same color as the person who was knocked away from her.

She quickly recognized the man and she offered a slight bow, "Your majesty."

The king smiled warmly, and reached his hand toward her hair, patted lightly on her head.

She instinctively stepped back, and stared down at her feet.

She suppressed the urge to roll her eyes, frowning at the golden floor. Even Selene—her own older sister, would know better than to touch her like that.

The king paused, his hand still raised awkwardly in the air, but she smiled and lowered it and gave her a light pat on the shoulder instead.

"Where is my family?" Emilia asked lightly, trying to sound casual, though her frustration slipped through in her tone.

The king smiled softly, his smooth face—without one line of wrinkles on it. "Follow me."

 He turned around and walked toward a spiral staircase in the center of the room, and Emilia quickly followed.

The staircase was designed with crystal bars on both sides, and a long red carpet running down the stairs. The crystal floor looked less slippery than it actually was. Emilia tried to balance herself on the carpet, so she wouldn't need to roll down the stairs from the marble floor, especially in front of the king.

She didn't get why the king made everything so slick. Even the floor of the stair was made out of marble.

 "Why are you and my dad and the other Lords hosting a meeting with humans?" Emilia asked, breaking the silence. She stared at the back of the king. His pace was steady, and his boots clicking on the carpet, making a soft and stuffy sound.

"A treaty with humans is important for the kingdom," He said, looking over his shoulder to see Emilia's curious expression. "We need peace. We don't want war. Besides, humans are not as bad as you think. They invented technology. Well yes, Humans have their faults. Their pollution and harm to nature wasn't as pleasant, that was just a way for them to survive. Humans are a complicated species. But we are too. Emilia, you are still too young to know these all, you soon will have a better understanding when you're older." 

He glanced at her, his gaze lingering a little longer than necessary. Emilia looked down at the stairs, avoiding his dark eyes. 

As he turned his back around to keep walking, lifted her head up and stared at the king's dazzling gold crown, drifting into her own thoughts.

Was he right? But humans were destroying more than billions of trees each year, causing hundreds of species to go extinct. Emilia couldn't understand why they would do such harmful and horrible things…to ensure their survival. 

To kill and get rid of their only oxygen to breathe?

She shook her head, pushing her thoughts aside. There were too many questions, and no one could answer for her.

When they reached the second floor, the king turned down a hallway, and Emilia followed quickly.

"Here we are."

The king stopped in front of a massive door.

The door—looking more like a gate—stood about five times the height of Emilia, and it was so wide that it stretched about twenty feet long. 

Emilia's jaw fell right open as she realized the whole door was made out of shimmering metal with intricate silver linings along the edges.

Do they really need to make everything so…grand? She thought, eyeing on the door. This was supposed to be a serious meeting.

Wait—Selene said it was supposed to be a party too. But how would they sign a treaty while celebrating in a party? It didn't make sense.

Emilia struggled for her questions for a few moments, but it was only forcing her brain to explode.

The king pushed the door open, she could see how much force he used. A long dining hall spread before Emilia's eyes. Grand chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, their crystals glinting like stars in the massive room. Emilia could barely see the farthest end of the large hall, and she was sure the ceiling was at least three times higher than the metal door.

A long table, set for a feast, stretched across the room, adorned with gold-rimmed plates and goblets.

There was a lot of food–all different kinds. The table closest to Emilia had golden roasted turkeys glistened, its skin perfectly crisped and garnished with fresh herbs. Beside it lay a vibrant array of seasonal vegetables—glazed carrots and bright green asparagus, their colors almost too vivid to be real.

"Wow." Emilia exclaimed, managing to lower her voice into a soft whisper..

This scenery was a bit too—gorgeous to be real. She could barely remember the palace when she was a few months old, but she was still amazed by the sight. 

The king saw the surprisingness of Emilia, and chucked—but sounded more like snickering. He probably saw the dumb and dramatic face Emilia couldn't help making when she was startling like she had never seen such a luxurious sight.

"Like this?" He asked, as he slightly raised an eyebrow, his voice full of smug amusement.

"Sure…" She muttered, not hiding her disappointment. It wasn't the luxury that bothered her, but the idea that it was all meant to impress the humans.

"Hey Emilia!!"

Someone tapped on her shoulder, interrupting her thoughts.

She immediately turned around and saw Selene smiling at her. Her hair was still in the tight and neat ponytail, with the same black hairband. 

"Hi." Emilia offered a grin back to Selene."Where is dad?"

She scanned beside her sister, but no sign of Lord Nallen. 

"He is greeting the humans arriving." Selene replied, her tone flat. A hint of disappointment was clear in her voice. And she even scowled.

"See what I mean now, Selene?" Emilia raised an eyebrow playfully. Selene didn't argue she just shrugged, clearly not in a mood to defend the humans today. But she used to always think humans had their own reasons to be so arrogant. But it was pretty obvious nobody should be that extremely presumptuous. And the reasons for the humans acting like that was mostly because they were selfish and thought the world was theirs.

But still, it was pretty surprising Selene didn't defend the humans.

"Let's find a seat." Selene said with a heavy sigh, and headed toward a table by a massive window. The window stretched from the gold crystal ground all the way to the ceiling, and across the long wall.

"What a nice sight." Emilia looked out the clear and fully transparent window. 

The view outside stretched as far as she could see— houses scattered under her feet like tiny ants, resting peacefully next to the shore. She even noticed Majesticreek, her own house standing tall on the grey, rocky mountain.

It was a perfectview. A beautiful sight that felt too pristine to be real. She couldn't imagine how pure and fresh the air would be if she was standing outside.

"Okay children, I'll go greet the guests now, " The king said, as he waved and walked quickly out of the dining hall.

"King Steven has to do that too??" Selene asked in disbelief, flinching back and blinking hard as if she got hit by a rock.

"Why not? He's the king," Emilia said absently, forcing herself to pull her vision back into the room and walk back to her seat.

"If the humans want to attack him, I'm sure he can defend himself." She added as her eyes shifted out the window again. The sight was just a little bit too beautiful to be real.

"True," Selene agreed, and turned around to look at her sister. "He is the only Umbrakinetic in our world. The most powerful too."

Then, a moment of silence followed. The air seemed to get a little awkward. 

Emilia slightly looked over at Selene, who was casually eating some roasted meat, her silver fork gleaming as Emilia scowled.

"Are you supposed to eat?" She asked as her eyes narrowed. "They aren't here yet."

"I'm hungry," Selene replied, wiping her lips with a piece of white but elegant napkin. Even the napkin was designed perfectly with detailed patterns. It had tiny white flowers forming a flower-pattern along the edges.

Emilia's amulet suddenly flared to life in her pocket. She almost jumped to her feet but quickly covered it with her hand, trying to calm the surge of energy.

Selene noticed as she turned around, and glanced at her with no expressions on her face.

"You brought your amulet?" Selene asked lightly, before Emilia could answer, she continued, "I did too."

"Really?" Emilia asked, a little surprised. She never expected her older sister to disobey the rules their father made. Selene never tried to do that—excepting for this moment.

Emilia stared at her, her mind still swirling with questions and thoughts, especially her sister who seemed indifferent about what she just said. When Selene noticed her, she finally spoke. "What? Don't look at me like that."

Selene fished into her green robe pocket, and pulled out a blue stone, glowing faintly. 

"Oh, nice," Emilia said, her smile small but genuine. It just felt glad knowing Selene sharing her feelings and doubts, making her feel a little secure. 

"But I still can't understand! Why do we, the powerful Souls, have to bow to the humans?" Emilia immediately started insulting the humans as soon as she sighted Selene finishing the small plate of roasted beef.

Selene shrugged, her ponytail swaying behind her. But still indifferent. "I know, right?"

"Ugh, " Emilia shook her head, trying to get rid of her thoughts.

"I'll go outside, it's too stuffy here…" She muttered as she stood up, and tucked her soft, dark red chair under the table. Of Course she had no idea why the chair was soft, but maybe it was some other Soul doing cool tricks.

"Alright, I'll follow." Selene said, pushing the empty plate aside, and wiped her lips again. 

"You are not going to wash it? Or at least bring it to the kitchen and let the servants wash? You know whoever that will get the plate…especially the picky humans, they will get super furious if they get that empty plate. You have to refill the plate." Emilia said, but quickly smiled and teased, " I mean…if you leave it that way, the humans will have a fit. At least one human can get a plate of nothing."

Selene rolled her eyes, but after a few seconds, she said with an unwilling expression 

on her face. "Give me a few seconds, I'll be right back."

Before Emilia could respond or react, Selene disappeared in a flash of blue light.

She blinked hard, but then groaned, "Teleporters. Best fit for Selene. A show-off and lazy young woman."

"Did you just say I am lazy?" Selene's voice interrupted as her figure appeared in front of Emilia again. She immediately jumped to her feet and felt her heart almost fly out of her chest.

Selene snickered, "Too bad I got a better amulet, that gives me a better ability. Unlike someone—who got the boring telekinesis."

Emilia stomped her feet as she walked to the heavy door, pulled it open and stalked outside.

Selene chuckled and shook her head, but followed Emilia. They walked through the hallway, and the spiral grand staircase appeared in front of them. They followed the red carpet down the stairs.

They walked together quietly, their footsteps echoed in the immense hall. 

Even the weird but a little mysterious prince was gone, when they reached the first floor and saw the ground clear.

Selene was the first to reach the metal front door. She swung open the door, and they stepped outside.