Leda Clagarian sighed heavily as she looked at another stack of letters with fancy wax seals with family crests on them.
“They never give up,” she muttered, as she opened the first one. “Let me guess, they want me to apprentice their daughter.” She looked down at the letter, completely unimpressed by the expensive stationary.
Dear Mistress Clagarian
The Oswold family would be honoured if you would consider taking on my grand-daughter, Clarissa Marion Oswold, as your apprentice witch. Clarissa is a good student and she received good marks at Heiderbridge Academy in Dragonsdale. The Oswold family only chooses the best to apprentice our young magicians, and your are our number one choice. Gold is not an issue, we would be happy to compensate your for your time.
Sir Arthur Oswold.
“Oh, I’m the number one choice?” Leda shook her head in annoyance. “When are these people going to realise that it is the mentor who chooses, and you can’t buy a proper apprenticeship!”
She crumbled the letter and lit it on fire by snapping her finger. She really wished people would stop asking her to apprentice their little brats. She was not so ignorant that she didn’t know why. In her lifetime she had managed to become one of the most powerful witches and best healers, and this was widely known among the magical community. She also came from a high-status family and a long line of powerful magicians. Most young witches would give an arm and a leg to train under a witch like Leda, but she always said no. She had, on several occasions, been advised to apprentice someone, especially since her old mentor moved out of town. “You will get lonely in that big hours all by yourself,” her friend, Gwen, had told her. Gwen didn’t have an apprentice either, but she had her partner Aisling. And Leda did feel lonely at times, but she didn’t think taking on just anyone would make things better. An apprenticeship was a big commitment.
“It will work out in the end,” she told herself, and she burned the rest of the letters without even reading them properly. She simply opened them and glanced at the paper to make sure it really was an apprentice proposal, and then she turned them into ashes.
Of course, the problem didn’t go away simply by burning letters, oh no, it followed her wherever she went. Only a week had passed since she burned the letters, when she was approached while walking in the village with Gwen. This time an elderly woman, matriarch of her family, approached her, demanding she take on her great-granddaughter as an apprentice. When Leda refused her, the woman said, “Don’t you know who I am? You have everything to gain from training her.” But Leda stood her ground, and repeated a firm “NO.”
“You know, this problem would go away if you took someone on as an apprentice,” Gwen said, amused, as Leda looked grouchy. “Then they would see you as taken, and they’ll back off.”
“You don’t apprentice anyone,” Leda pointed out, scowling. Entitled people really ticked her off. All they cared about was status, not chemistry. She felt sorry for the young witch who had to grow up in such a family, she had once been in her shoes.
“I haven’t even been asked by anyone,” Gwen said, grinning. “I don’t come from a good family, remember?”
“Status isn’t everything,” Leda commented, knowing it wasn’t quite the truth. She was sure many of the wealthy families in the village would never approach Gwen, no matter how talented she was; and Gwen was an excellent potion maker.
“Uh huh,” Gwen raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “I was also a lot of trouble when I was younger. Those wealthy matriarchs have long memories.”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake, it’s been eighty years. They need to let that go.” She gave Gwen a sympathetic look. “You’re lot much trouble now, are you. Not since you married Aisling.” She gave her a wink. “She stills warms your behind for you once in a while, doesn’t she?”
“Leda!” Gwen blushed and looked around.
“Well, your arrangement really worked out for you, didn’t it? Last time you were in serious trouble was when you tried to experiments with your potion making six months ago.”
“Yes, well Aisling has been eh… giving me maintenance attention.”
“Ah, so that is how you stay out of trouble. She nips in in the bud, or should I say butt, before you manage to get yourself into trouble. Very clever.” Leda smirked. “I suppose she’ll have to give you another one before her trip. How long will she be gone?”
“Three weeks,” Gwen said looking unhappy. The couple were rarely away from each other for more than a couple of days. “I’ll miss her so much.”
“Will you be able to stay out of trouble?”
“Leda, I am not a young witchling anymore, I can stay out of trouble.”
“Hmm… I should probably talk to her and offer to pay you a visit if you start slipping up.”
Gwen rolled her eyes. “Goddess, you do need an apprentice to boss around, if only to get your off my back!”
Eylion was in a fowl mood. Her father had disappeared, she hadn’t seen him for almost two weeks. She was running out of things to sell to keep herself fed, and getting money was becoming a real problem as nobody would hire her. Her father had completely trashed her reputation in the village, and she was getting desperate. Maybe it was for the best that he was gone. He probably wouldn’t have improved the situation if he was there, he’d probably make it worse, but at least she wouldn’t be alone.
There was a knock on the door.
“Open up kid, I’m here for the rent.”
Shit, the rent. She had nowhere near that kind of money. She was struggling just to feed herself. The house they rented was small and humble, and on the poor side of town, but it was a roof over their head, and Eylion had her own room, which was a lot more than some of her neighbours had. Just down the street lived a family of eight, all sleeping in one room. She calmed herself down, and opened the door. Outside stood a big, ominous looking man that looked like he was chronically grumpy.
“Hello, Mr. Bigs. I’m really sorry, but my father is not in. I promise to tell him the minute her comes back.” Eylion only held the door open wide enough for him to see her face. She didn’t want him to come inside, not when she was alone. The landlord had never done anything to hurt her, but she didn’t trust him.
“I’m hearing rumours that your old man has left town, kid,” he said, with a grumpy look.
“Only rumours, sir. It is true that he is out of town, but he’ll be back any day now.”
She felt sparks coming out of her fingers, and she hid them behind her back. She was freaking out on the inside, and her magic was out of control again. She hadn’t learned to control it. What if Mr. Bigs kicked her out?
“Can you guarantee that he will be back before the weekend?” The tall man, looked around the room over her head.
“Oh, yes sir! He’ll be back anytime now.”
“Alright kid. I’m going to take your word for it, but only because I don’t feel like looking for someone else to rent to. You have until Sunday to get the rent money, or you and your old man are out, you hear me?”
“Yes, Mr. Bigs,” Eylion replied seriously. “We’ll get you the money before next week.”
Mr. Bigs grunted and turned on his heals. Eylion quietly closed the door, breathing out.
“Okay, Eylion, don’t panic. You only have try extra hard to get a job,” she told herself.
Only get a job? Nobody would hire her, and even if they did, there was no way she’d be able to even make a quarter of the rent money by Sunday. Her dad might be a filthy drunk, but he always found ways to get money. She didn’t want know know where the money came from, the most important part was that he got it. Even if he spent most of it on alcohol, he always made sure to give Eylion the rent money and for expenses. There had been a couple of incidents in the past where he had spent all his money and not had enough to feed his daughter, and he had learned from that mistake. He was not so selfish that he didn’t want to take care of her. Of course, Eylion was a grown woman now, she did try to help out, but every time she had tried to get a job her father’s reputation had gotten in the way. But now he was gone, and there were all sorts of rumours around town about what could have happened. People would loudly speculate even when Eylion was around, not caring that his daughter heard their conversations. It was really unfair, she thought, that nobody would even give her a chance when they didn’t even know her.
Walking through the village she might hear, “I heard he made some enemies and ran town. Didn’t even have time to bring his daughter;” or, “I heard from someone in Dragonsdale that he bought some mushrooms from a shady guy over there, and died. They buried him before the authorities found him, didn’t want his body on their record.” Nobody seemed to even spare a thought for the person waiting at home for any sign of life, and little by little, Eylion lost hope that he would come back. It was not like her father to disappear for weeks on end. A couple of days, yes, two weeks? No.
Whatever the truth was, the reality was that Eylion now had no one. Her mother died when she was still a toddler, her grandmother who had raised her died when she was ten, and now her father, and only remaining relative had disappeared, and she was about to be kicked out on the street. On top of that, she was struggling to control her magic. A witch like her should have had some training by now, but they had never been able to afford tuition to the academy that taught the witches and wizards that were just starting to develop their powers. This would have been fine if she had someone in the family to teach her, but Eylion got her powers from her mother, and her father never realised how powerful she was. She always hid it from him, so he wouldn’t feel guilty about not getting her a magical education. She had also always assumed she’d have no takers for a mentor, and she had accepted the fact that she would never be a great sorceress, even if that is what she wanted to be. Who would want to apprentice her? They’d probably pick a witchling from a good family. No mentor would take in a penniless nobody and the daughter of the town drunk, would they? She would just have to practice controlling her powers so they didn’t get out of control.
“Gwen, have you finished the potion that I asked for?” Leda was talking to Gwen through a communication spell. She could just see a grey outline of her friend in a glowing ball of smoke in the air in front of her.
“No, not yet, Leda, I’m sorry,” Gwen said from the other end. Her voice, through the spell, sounded different, like an echo from far away.
“Really, Gwen, I was supposed to have it yesterday. What has gotten you so busy?”
“Uh…” Gwen hesitated.
“She’s been busy getting her bottom spanked!” Aisling joined the conversation.
“Honey! Don’t spank and tell!”
Leda giggled and rolled her eyes. Those two!
“Punishment or pleasure?” she asked, teasing Gwen.
“Oh, it started as punishment, didn’t it, honey?” Aisling said. “She gave me some real cheek, Leda, you should have heard! I think she needed some attention before my trip.”
“Uh huh.” She knew it. Gwen would, of course, act out before Aisling left. Anyone could predict that.
“But then…” Aisling trailed off. “Well… I’m leaving for a while, ya know,” she said, hinting at some other activity they had been doing together.
“Honey, Leda doesn’t need to know about that.”
“That’s true, Aisling,” Leda agreed. “I don’t want too many details on that front!” She smiled at the thought of their relationship. She was happy Gwen had found true love, even if it, apparently, wasn’t in the cards for her. “Though since we’ve known each other for so long, I know Gwendolyn is capable of getting into a world of trouble, even at her age! So just know that I am willing to rein her in if she gets in trouble while you’re away. She knows I can make good on that promise.”
“I’m not… Leda!” Gwen sputtered in protest, unable to form a complete sentence. “I don’t need… you just. Argh!”
Laughing, Aisling thanked her for the offer, and they ended their conversation before Gwen said something that would get her into trouble again. Shaking her head, Leda got up from her comfy chair. She heard some disturbance outside. She went to her window, and outside, down the hillside, she could see four young witches. One of them stood alone, facing a group of three, and it did not look like they were having a friendly chat.
“Uh oh, what is this now?” Leda mumbled to herself, deciding to pay attention in case things got ugly. They looked old enough to know about the code of conduct for witches, set in place to make sure that any witch did not abuse her power, but she wouldn’t put it passed a young witchiling to overlook the code. She would intervene if it was necessary, but she did not see it as her responsibility to teach them right from wrong. If she knew their mentor, she would send them a letter and inform them of any misdeeds.
“You shut your face!” Eylion was facing a group of three girls. She had been on her way to the forest in hope of getting work, when the gang leader, Clarissa, had loudly insulted her father, repeating the rumours from the village. Eylion was red-faced and fuming as three girls were laughing at her. It was clear that their intent was to make fun of her for their own entertainment.
“Or what?” Laughed Clarissa. The platinum blonde looked haughty, and she wore the latest of fashion in the best quality fabric. Eylion felt dressed like a peasant in comparison. She had always had very simple clothing, and her shoes had hole in them. It was clear that they came from different parts of town.
“I will curse you!” Eylion’s skin tingled as she felt herself lose control. She knew this was an empty threat. She didn’t technically know any curses, and she had very little control over her magic. She would just occasionally release raw magic, sometimes without meaning to. She did have some control, she could levitate simple things, and set things on fire. She tried to use magic to do simple things in her everyday life as she felt like she had more control over her powers the more she used them. On days when she hadn’t used magic for a while, emotional instability could cause an accident. Her magic was like energy, building up, and if not spent, it would spill over. A witch not practising magic was not an option, the magic would find a way out.
“You couldn’t curse toadstool let alone a human. We know all about you and where you come from, trash.”
Clarissa’s gang laughed with her. Clearly they were her minions, social climbers who only cared about her status and how it looked to others if they were friends.
“You’ve never had any formal training, and you never will. Nobody trains people like you. You have nothing to offer, you ARE nothing.”
Eylion felt a searing rage inside. Hearing a person telling her to her face that she was nothing, confirming how she felt about herself sometimes, raw magic spilled from her, she couldn’t stop it. It went for the girls in the shape of an electric shock.
“Ouch!” The group shrieked out as they felt the pain of the shock. They were all were taken by surprise, and one of the girls even fell to the ground.
“You will pay for that, you peasant,” Clarissa shouted.
Oh, shit, Eylion thought. Now she was done for. She didn’t know any protective spells, she had never had any training. She threw herself to the side as a curse flew towards her. It narrowly missed, and a her body hit the ground, she willed her magic to go towards the others. A stream of flames went towards them, but the blonde girl easily waved it away with a shielding spell. A big, glowing, red circle with magical symbols formed in front of her, causing the flames to bounce off. It was seriously cool, and Eylion felt jealous she would never be able to do the same.
Focusing on Clarissa, Eylion suddenly felt an excruciating pain, as a spell hit her. She had completely forgot the minions, and it seemed they had more skills than only laughing at their head bitch’s stupid jokes. She only had time to feel blood trickling from the corner of her mouth when she was hit by another spell. The blast caused her to fly backwards, hitting the ground hard, knocking the air out of her. It was hard to locate all of the injuries, her entire body hurt, but she definitely knew her ankle was injured. She could see the group leader, readying a spell. Any spell that took time to form would be a bad one, and Eylion, struggling to get up, crawled towards a tree, hoping she had time to take shelter behind its trunk. However, the girl sent the spell flying, and Eylion, who had no energy left to cast a spell, closed her eyes and waited for it to hit her. However, the spell never hit. All she could hear was a thundering sound, and a flash of light.
“That is enough!”
Eylion opened her eyes to see a tall, red-headed witch stand in between them. She had conjured a glowing, green shield between them, protecting Eylion from their spells which now bounced off and fizzled out.
“Looking away from the fact that you girls used magic to harm other witches, which is against the code unless in life-threatening situations, would anyone explain this cowardice? Three against one?”
“She started it, Mistress Clagarian,” the blonde one started.
“No, I didn’t, ” Eylion argued.
“Quiet!” Leda gave them all a stern look that had them all cower.
“I’ve been watching from the window, young ladies. I saw what happened. You three clearly instigated the argument, and you also used brutal magic against a witch you knew to be much weaker than you.”
“Hey! I am not…”
“Shush!” Leda gave Eylion a look that kept her quiet. She turned back to the mean girls. “I will be writing to your families explaining what you have been up to.”
“I would have considered reporting it to the authorities, but seeing as your grandfather is a magistrate, Clarissa, I am not so naive that I think we’d see any justice. Had you been fully qualified witches, this kind of behaviour could be more than enough to have you arrested. It is a very serious thing that you have done.”
“I do not want to hear anymore. You will leave now.”
The girls turned to leave.
“Wait a minute,” Leda said, holding her hand up. “Please relay a message from me from your head of house. Tell them I will not be taking any of you on a my apprentice.” She gave them all a cold smile.
Glowering, the blonde one turned around, her nose facing upwards. “Let’s go, girls. I mean, it’s not like we wanted to be her apprentice anyway.”
As the left, Leda stood looking at them with an amusing look. Eylion tried to get up, but failed miserably and fell back down.
“Ow, oww!” She winced.
“Let me help you, dear.” Leda approached Eylion, who was lying on the ground staring at her leg as if it had betrayed her.
“I’m fine,” Eylion said sharply. “I just need to catch my breath.”
“I don’t think it’s your breathing that causes you problems, young lady,” Leda said seriously. “You need medical attention.”
“No, that’s okay. Most things heal with time.” Eylion wiped blood from her mouth with the back of her hand, and tried to get up again. When she once again struggled, Leda took matters into her own hands.
“That’s enough, dear. It’s okay to be proud, but let’s not be foolish.” She waved her hand and Eylion felt her body levitate from the ground. She stopped struggling as Leda took her inside and into the kitchen. She carefully placed Eylion down on the kitchen table, and started unbuttoning her shirt.
“Whow there!” Eylion protested, grabbing Leda’s wrist.
“Oh, relax,” Leda said, raising her eyebrow. “I’m just examining your body.” She took off Eylion’s shirt, revealing big bruises on her torso. She placed a warm hand gently on Eylions rib cage, closing her eyes as she concentrated. “Oh dear. You have a broken rib. No wonder you’re in pain.” She shook her head as she removed her trousers too. Eylion resisted a little, but she quickly realised that Leda would do what needed to be done.
“Ow!” Eylion gave a little shriek as Leda touched her ankle. “Please don’t touch.” She whimpered and her lower lip quivered.
“It’s alright,” Leda said in a soft voice. “I’m going to fix it.”
“Nooo… you’ll hurt me.”
“Why would I hurt you? I just said, I’ll fix it.”
“But it’ll hurt.”
“No, it won’t. Don’t you know who I am?”
“No,” Eylion said, truthfully, shaking her head.
“Really?” Leda, looked up at her a little shocked, but saw in Eylion’s eyes that she was telling the truth. ” You honestly have no idea who I am?”
“Sorry,” Eylion muttered. “I don’t usually hang in the fancy part of town.”
“Don’t be sorry, it’s actually a little nice not to be recognised for a change. I get to start with a clean slate.”
“Well, then you don’t want to start with hurting me.”
“I’m not going to hurt you, girl.” Leda gave Eylion a little smile, and patted her thigh. “I am Leda Clagarian, and for your information, I am probably the best healer around here, and the best at charms. You’re in very good hands.”
“Oh yeah? Well, I’ll be the judge of that, Miss Leda Clagarian.” Eylion gave her a sceptical look. “I know all about people who claim the be the best. Usually they’re just after your money.”
“Does it look like I am in need of money,” Leda asked, tempted to point out that they were in a mansion that she had inherited.
“No, you look a bit wealthier than the people I usually talk to,” Eylion admitted. “And I have heard of you, I just didn’t know that you were, well, you.”
Leda chuckled as she turned her attention to Eylion’s ankle again. “Okay, young lady. This is what’s going to happen: I will first cast a spell around your ankle, numbing this one area so you won’t feel anything. Then I will cast a spell that will mend your bone.” She smiled. “Does that sound okay?”
“You promise I won’t feel anything?”
“Yes, I promise. Mending bones can be painful, but that is why the first spell will numb your ankle, keeping you from feeling anything. If you want, we can test before I cast the second spell. I will do the same to your broken rib.”
“Okay,” Eylion agreed. “Let’s do it.”
Leda cast the first spell. A web of green light, formed around Eylion’ ankle.
“Can you feel this?” Leda asked, tapping her knuckle lightly against her ankle.
“Good. See? It’s working. Now let’s fix that fracture.”
“Mkay,” Eylion said nervously, closing her eyes.
Leda cast the second spell, mending the fracture in Eylion’s ankle. Then she repeated the same spells, fixing her rib. When she was done, she took a wet cloth and gently washed away the blood from her face and checked her teeth for any damage. Then she cleaned a deep cut on her arm. While she did this, a tiny glass bottled flew out of a drawer and soared towards Leda, who caught it. She uncorked it and poured some of the liquid inside on a cloth, which she used to dabb over the cut on Eylion’s arm.
“Ahhh! That hurts!” But then, as she was watching, her skin regrew over the cut, leaving her with only a pink stripe where there had only recently been a deep wound.
“You know, you really should know better than to use your powers against others,” Leda said, sternly as she turned to get something else from a cupboard.
“In case you didn’t notice,” Eylion said crossly, “they left without so much as a bruise. I’m the one with broken bones.”
“I am not defending them,” Leda said, returning with another, slightly bigger glass bottle. “Fighting three against one is really low, but you used magic against them first, I saw it from my window.” She looked into Eylion’s deep blue eyes. The younger witch had a looked annoyed.
“I didn’t do it on purpose. It just… it just happened.” She looked back into Leda’s green eyes, noticing confusion.
“Just happened? Explain.”
“I was mad, really mad. You’re a witch, you know how it is.” She shrugged. “Sometimes it just gets too much, and you can’t really help it.” She looked down, embarrassed. “It just came out, ya know. That girl, Clarissa or whatever her name is, she is so mean, she said horrible things.”
Leda looked at her with sympathy. She knew what it was like to lose control of her powers, but she had learned to control that when she was much younger than Eylion. Usually, young witches were given a basic education in magic and how to control it when they first start showing signs of it. Most had a parent to teach them, and for those who could afford it, there was the academy in Dragonsdale. The families who wanted their children to have the best of education, preparing them for their apprenticeship later in life, would also send a magician to school, or they would hire a private tutor. But Leda didn’t want to make the girl feel bad about being behind when it came to controlling her powers, so instead she said,
“Don’t you have anyone to teach you how to control your powers?”
Eylion shook her head. “No, I don’t. I got my powers from my mother, but I never knew her. My dad is a regular mortal, so he was no good in teaching me. But I’ve got it under control, or… I will.”
Leda picked up a spoon and poured a healthy dose of a liquid on to it. She decided to drop the topic of magical control for now, but she kept the thought at the back of her mind for a later discussion. They were not done talking about this. The girl would have to learn controlling her powers.
“Okay, young lady. Time for your medicine.”
“But you just healed me,” Eylion said, wrinkling her nose.
“I healed your bones. Your body is still seriously fatigued. Now, be a good girl and swallow this.”
“No use arguing, I will get you to take it one way or another.” She raised an eyebrow, showing Eylion that she meant business. “Now open up.”
Eylion reluctantly opened her mouth and let Leda spoon feed her the medicine. It tasted horrible!
“Ewww… yuck! What the hell is that?”
“That is a secret.” Leda winked at her. “But it will make you feel a lot better in a bit.”
“Thanks.” Eylion jumped off the table and landed in front of Leda. “I should get going. Thanks for patching me up.”
“I don’t think you should leave just yet. Your body is seriously low on energy. It needs time to recuperate.”
“I’ll be fine,” Eylion said, dismissing her worries. “I have to go.”
“Hmm… I don’t know.” Leda was concerned. She knew she couldn’t force the girl to stay, but she didn’t think she should let her go. “Is there anyone I can get for you?”
“I haven’t got nobody.”
“You mean you haven’t got anyone.”
“That’s what I said.”
“But…” Leda looked at her sceptically. “Everyone’s got someone.”
Eylion gave her a look as if she felt sorry for her, and she shook her head. “That is a very naive thought,” she said, smiling weakly. She gave a big yawn and rubbed her eyes. She felt dizzy.
“Okay, you know what. You’re staying, you have to rest,” Leda said, concerned.
“I can rest when I’m dead. I need to get to the forest. I already lost a lot of time.”
“Why? What are you doing there?”
“Someone told me they need workers hauling trees. I can use my magic.”
“Didn’t you just hear me? Your energy is seriously low, your magic will not be any good. You just suffered an injury, you can’t haul anything.”
“But I must. I need that job, nobody in the village will hire me. I know they’ll find me useful once they see that I can utilise my magic.”
“But you can’t control your magic,” Leda argued, and she almost winced at the look the younger woman gave her. She knew she had struck a nerve. She sighed. “Why? Why would a young witch like you be so desperate to haul trees in the woods?”
“It… it’s personal.”
“Is it about money?”
“Why would you just jump to that conclusion?” she said, defensively. She frowned, lines forming on her forehead. She looked proud and unyielding like a rock.
“Well, I can only assume that it is. Why else would someone be so eager to haul tree in the forest? And you are in no fit state to do that kind of work.”
Eylion looked down at her feet, her eyes started to glaze over. Leda looked down at the girl, with a pained expression.
“Why do you need to go today? Why cannot it not wait?”
“I… I need to make some money to pay our landlord.”
“I live with my dad. But he’s disappeared, and the landlord gave me until Sunday to come up with the rent.” Her voice cracked a bit as she said this, and she could feel tears running down her face. She hated crying in front of others, and she tried frantically to wipe the tears away.
“Where was your father going?” Leda asked, with a concerned look.
“I don’t know. I usually comes and goes. It is not unusual for him to be gone for days, but he’s been gone for two weeks. He usually give me the money we need for rent and food before he leaves. The rest he usually spends on alcohol. I think that is why he leaves, because he doesn’t want me to see him like that.” She yawned. She was so tired. “People in the village says he probably took off, leaving me, but I can’t believe that. They don’t know him like I do. ”
Leda thought for a moment.
“Tell you what, you can work for me. I’ll front the money, and I’ll pay your landlord tomorrow morning.”
“Really?” Eylion eyes went wide. “But… what can I do for you?”
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll find use for you. This is a rather big house, you know. There are plenty of chores you can do for me.” She pushed the younger woman’s chin up with her index finger, so that she looked straight into her eyes. “But be warned, I have rules, and you will obey me in this house. Understood?”
Eylion nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
The truth was that Leda really didn’t need any help. Any chore she would be able to do with magic, but she knew the girl would never accept the money as a gift, no matter how insignificant the sum was to a wealthy person like Leda. At least this way the girl would stay put, so that Leda could make sure she healed properly, and she would be able to teach her how to control her powers. Leda would make sure that when Eylion left her house, she would know how to use her powers responsibly, and she would have useful skills any witch should have. It would probably take a couple of weeks, but she felt determined. Leda was up for the challenge.