The healer left, with the nurse behind him. I leaned back on the pillows, watching the door. Gendarmes? Not the police?
The gendarmes were federal militarized police that investigated magic-related crimes. As far as I knew, the only magic used was by me. So what was happening here? Were they trying to pin all the crimes on me? I kept thinking. There was something about the situation, something that meant I was in much more trouble than I thought I was.
Wait! The healer — he said I was a mage, right? And even though healers are light mages, detecting each other's magical capabilities was a universal skill, one that both dark and light magicians could use. So he thought I was a mage, and a powerful one at that… And arall don't become mages without Initiation. Which I didn't go through and
