HANNAH
I took a deep breath, bent to tie the laces of my boots. It was my first day at training and though I was a bit nervous, not knowing what to expect, my resolve to hone whatever gift or skill I possessed had not lessened one bit.
A knock sounded at the door just as I had straightened and was wrapping my hair into a tight bun.
"Come in," I called out.
From the mirror, I saw the door to my room open, and my mother walk in. She smiled at me a little uncertainly. She moved around the room, absently touching objects, lifting and dropping them. She stopped in front of me. I knew her too well to not know that she wanted to talk to me.
"How are you doing today, dear?" she asked, peering into my eyes.
"I'm fine. Really. I feel... great. I-"
I noticed she had something on her mind s
