Sira's pov
I wake up breathing heavily, cold sweat covering me as I sat up quickly. The bandages were gone and there was a fresh lilac dress laid on the bed with a pair of shoes as well. I discarded the shoes, It just never fit me anyways. I slowly took off my faded dress and I lay it on the bed as I pull the new one on. I smile as it tickled around my ankles. I slowly go over to the door and I open it, soft light playing through the room. The crystals giving a faded purple light to everything. My fingers lightly brush a wooden desk, my fingers finding nooks and crannies in the elder wood. Power seemed to radiate the air as the crystals shift. Silenus walks out and follows my gaze and he says," strange, they've never moved like that before. Unless, no, not again." I look to him, meeting his baby blue eyes as my head tilts in confusion. I slowly ask," what do you mean not again?" Silenus seemed hesitant to answer but slowly he spoke," you are a fallen from Utlas, a planet that hates magic with every fiber of being. I've never seen a rank mark quite that strange though so I wonder.... who were you to them?" That sentence unnerved me as familiarity soared through me. My limbs seem to tighten and I say," I only remember my name and my fear of anything magic, are you saying, I can wield magic? And there are others that have had my same fate? Memoryless and left for dead?" Silenus nods and says," I will tell you more in time, but for now, let me show you to the kings home. Or at least the king of this town." I nod softly and I follow behind him, my brown hair gently swaying as wonder yet worry filled my mind.