Ephemeral and Fleeting

“Some time ago,” she continued, “Ehyeh shared information with me. I had awaited the new seventh seventh and her Oathtaker for decades. There were things I didn’t understand about the Good One’s revelations to me, but they made more sense when I discovered that there were two of you born to Rowena, and not just the one intended—or expected, that is.”

She returned to the group, then sat. “You see, the Good One revealed to me the powers of the rightful next seventh seventh. Like I said, they didn’t make much sense then. But in light of what just happened here, I suspect you’ve already figured out some things for yourselves.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lucy,” Reigna said.

“Nor I,” Eden added.

“As the rightful ranking members of the Select, you’ve been endowed with certain magic powers,” Lucy said. “Have you wondered at all what they might be?”

Reigna shrugged. “No. I figured when the time came, they’d make themselves known.”

“And indeed they have. Or, at least they have in part.”

Eden shuffled in her seat. “I don’t understand. I haven’t noticed any magic.”

“No, but your sister has.”

“What?” Reigna asked. “What are you talking about?”

Lucy bit her lip. “You, Reigna, possess a single power—an incredible, unique, and extraordinary, power. You exercised it today.”

She pulled back. “Again I ask, ‘what are you talking about?’”

“You have the power to bring someone back to life.”