“Argh!” I cried and touched my head as memories of me, my eyes glowing, appeared inside my head
“I’m the sorceress part of you.” It said.
“No!” I screamed as a scene where the Yaia split apart came into my head. “I’m not…” I said.
“You are.” It said. “Since I am inside of you … I’m living inside of you.” It told me.
“No way…” I said, crying. “I’m not… I’m an evil king!” I said.
“To be an evil king is to possess a great sin inside your soul.” It said. “You don’t have that. Besides… you think those powers of yours is because you’re an evil king?” it asked. I looked in the mirror. “It’s not. It came from me, a sorceress.”
“How… there was no race of sorceress in the Yaia.” I said, my eyes wide in disbelief.
“Yes. There wasn’t.” It said. “But there is, now.” It grinned.
My eyes went wid
