Somehow, I was a part of something bigger, something important. Finn and I looked at each other in the blindingly white room of Madame Chantilly’s studio. Neither one of us seemed able to register the enormity of what the fortune-teller was saying. I was the key to squashing the evil holding Emmy hostage. I had the power to eliminate his energy. Meyers’s soliloquy seemed like the ranting of a lonely man who had lost touch. He couldn’t possibly know that I was special or some sort of magical “one.” I had dismissed all of his statements, until now. I had accepted that it was a lucky break when I flattened Helen’s Proxy strength. It was a fluke. It was a random chance that my plan in Vegas worked. Now Madame Chantilly was telling me it wasn’t any of those things. There was a reason. She gave me a name. I’m a Laurel. It took years of practice to perfect the Fade, Open, and Radiance Spells. How could I not even know there was something more? Was she actually saying I was given a gift more valuable than the Time Spell abilities?
