"Well, there's no reason for her to be jealous now, I can hardly be counted as a real God. My powers are useless, I'm still figuring out magic and I'm only seventeen! Everyone else is hundred of years old!"
I wake up with a throbbing headache. I look beside me and Juve is gone and I can't help but frown, I stand up, and walk out back into the main area, running my hand on the wall. I hear Juve talking to another girl, and it strikes me as confused, and I hide around the corner looking at them. "Juve love, why don't you go fetch Alaina, and my sister while you're at it." The woman says. Her sister?
Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
