"Yes, you have done magic before. You don't recall the memory of you and your grandmother I resurfaced?" Oryen pointed out, it was only then Dydra remembered.
"But how come I didn't feel any pain back then? Why did I feel it now?" She asked.
"I genuinely don't know," the old witch answered honestly. "And your eyes and hair glowed—golden. I have never seen that before. And you were able to hoist me up with your fingers, without so much as a whisper of any spells. It was as though you had telekinesis." Oryen told, and Dydra was in deep shock.
She was able to hoist the old witch up, with her fingers? So, she was right! Her powers do come from her fingers. But why couldn't it pluck a simple apple?
"I tried doing magic," her voice came very soft, "but it didn't work." She held a slightly disappointed look.
Meanwhile, the look the old witch held was bewilderment. "When did you try to do magic?!" Her voice came out as almost a scream, which caught Dydra off guard.
