Nate paused, looking up to blink behind his glasses. His green eyes were sharp and analytical, stripping me down to data points.
“You haven’t lost your mind,” he said simply. “Though the synaptic misfires caused by denial can mimic psychosis. It’s a common reaction.”
“Common?” I let out a hysterical laugh. “Nate, look at me! I’m standing in a castle, wearing your brother’s shirt, being told that I’m a human battery! This isn’t common! This is…this is fantasy! It’s fairy tales!”
“It’s physics,” Nate corrected, his tone sharpening. “Just physics you haven’t learned yet.”
He walked over to the four corners of the room, placing a pyramid in each one. As he set them down, they hummed to life, emitting a faint, blue pulse.
“Magic is just a word humans use for energy manipulation they don’t
