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When I arrived home, I went straight to my room to try and figure out what I was going to do with this mana that had so much control of me. Why? I asked myself. Why me? It was the only question running around my head. Why couldn't it have been one of the other girls around when the ceremony was taking place? Why did it have to be me?
I tried to control my mana but somehow, magically, I managed to make my lamp explode. I spent ages clearing up the oil that had spilt all over the floor - it was lucky I hadn't lit it. I looked around my room when I had finished. It looked so much like the 'old' me. I had seemed to have grown out of loads of things I had liked before. It was like I was going through the whole puberty and teenage stage when I'd begin to like different things and hate the things I had loved all my life.
My mother gave me constant encouragement. She'd give me loads of jobs so that I could take my mind off the mana. Even though I was
continuously scrubbing or polishing or washing
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up, it did distract me and so I wasn't worrying about the whole Shaman thing until it was time to go to Thealosius again. To be honest, I wasn't really looking forward to it. I had shouted at him and he had shouted at me. But that wasn't me. It was only one small thing that I hadn't control over. Mana.
I headed over towards the temple; priests bowed as I walked past and down to Thealosius's room through the network of mazes that the priests love. Thealosius was writing at his desk, covered in parchment and ink pots. It seemed he had something very important to write up. He looked up at me, dipped his quill into the ink and wrote a last sentence.
'I see you're back again,' he said boringly. It seemed he felt the same way I did.
'Well, where else am I going to go?' I asked. He seemed to get my point straight away. I would have loved to be anywhere except for this dump. I hated the temple, I hated Thealosius, I hated tradition, I hated -
'Right then,' Thealosius interrupted. My
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