I was no more than seven years old. A burglar had broken into my family’s hovel and I crept downstairs to see what the noise was. He grabbed me and peeled the skin from both my hands, with a knife! I was so terrified, I didn’t scream, and when the insane murderer put me down, I never noticed when he ran to my parents and killed them. I began to relive, over and over again, the memory…

“Seracor?!” Someone shook me rapidly. The memory faded, and I fell back into the conscious realm. The sun was setting-how long had I been reliving that memory?- and my hands glowed a furious electric blue. “Seracor?! Are you alright?” Master Sephith shook me again. The rest of the students were probably back in their quarters. I jumped back, and felt a light blush spread across my face. “Agh! What?!” I yelled back, nearly through reflex. My twenty two year old teacher waited a moment, and then responded.