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Trista went to bed that night, sleepy as she could be. But she had an awful headache. Her head hurt so bad. So she took a sedative.

but that didn't help. It made it worse. FInally, she gave up on sleep. So she took out a pencil and turned on the light, drawing until her head drooped and she finally fell asleep.

Trista had awful dreams that night. But nothing was worse than the repeating nigh tmare: her dad holding a scalding stick with a eye symbol on it, ready to press it to her back.

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The next morning, Trista did not feel refreshed. Not at all. But the yummy smell of mallowmelt kinda made it better.

Her mom, Lady Chanda, was waiting downstairs and drinking tea with her dad, Lord Rile.

"Mallowmelt?" her mom asked.

 Mmm, mallowmelt, she thought. That was weirs. It felt different, like she had pushed it out of her brain.

Her dad's head snapped up. "What?"

she looked at him. "W-what?"

he looked at her. "I heard your voice. In my head. May I have permission to enter your mind?"

" Yes... "

He walked over and pressed his fingers over her temples. He said nothing for five minutes. On the sixth, he said, "that is a mind of a Telepath. Think something, try to push it out of your brain."

 I love you? she tried.

Her father grinned. "Your a Hydrokinetic and a Telepath! Just think about it! You will be the first person ever to have that mix of abilities!"

trista did. And she fainted. But before she blacked out, she felt extreme pain in her head, then she fell into the nothingness.