Once again, like how she had first seen it, Nefaaya stared dumbfounded at her mother as a ball of swirling water appeared before her palms. It had already been a week since she had first seen it, but still she can't get away from the feeling of awe every time she saw Nefri doing it. Because how could she, when what her mother did was something that defies all the rules of physics that she had studied!

Nefaaya sat close to the window, wondering how summoning water with the use of one's will is possible in this world. For now, she refers to it as Magical Ability. But she can't say the word, she didn't want to admit that magic is a possibility.

Sun drifted back towards the western horizon, hiding behind the shadows of the great mountain ranges from afar. The blue sky turned bloodied red while the sky in the east slowly turned in the shade of blackish-violet. From it, stars appeared like diamonds thrown in a black cloth.

A cold wind blows her white hair, and Nefaaya hugged herself and head inside the comfort of their house.

Later that evening, she woke up to the call of nature. As she was heading to the bathroom she found her mother looking at a book. She peeked from the corner of the wooden wall. The book was thick and leather-bound, with a lock-strap attached on it. The pages were also thick, she wondered if this was parchment.

"Mother," she said and stood before her.

She looked at her with wide eyes, before she gestured for her to come. And when she finally sat on her lap, she saw it. Written in a language that she wasn't familiar with. Its letters are waving and with lots of curls almost similar to the lapsing waves of an ocean.

"What is it?"

"This is called a grimoire," she said. "This is where I learned what I am doing in the garden."

And Nafaaya was overcome by her curiosity. She touched the book. A sense of shock moves around her body.

"Could I also learn it?"

She smiled at her, "yes, you could."

They spend the next hours talking about what her mother knew. She believed that the book had a lot of information that teaches how to cast a spell. According to her, the secret in what she was doing is the form of fingers. A correct gesture could do what she called Pulling.

"If the gesture was correct, you would be able to Pull something from the... the book called it the Flow," she explained when she asked.

According to her, she received the book when she was young from a man that he took pity on and gave her bread. It was the time before she met Nefaaya's father. But that time no one in their tribe was adept in reading the High Li'lian Letters, which was used in the neighboring Empire of Nortic.

She worked hard to study the language, and even paid to learn the basics of the language. And she had gone successful, but despite it the waterball was the limit of her ability to Pull in the Flow.

"Flow?" Nefaaya asked. "Was it the source of all power?"

Her mother shook her head. "No, the Flow is everywhere." She put her palm on her chest and on Nefaaya's. "I am a Flow and you're a Flow. In short, the Flow is the Creation, everything you see is created by the Flow as it moves forwards. You have to become one with the Creation inorder to Pull."

She listened to her tell a story about what she knew about the book. And Nefaaya sat beside her, like an eager child who's thirsty for knowledge.

"When I was young, I was really working hard to create those powerful spells that the book was talking about, lifting a stone and Pulling a rain. But when I tried Pulling fire one time. I got myself sick for almost three days," she yawned. It was already past three in the evening. Nefaaya could also feel the sleepiness in her.

"Mother, could I have this book," Nefaaya said. Her mother looked at her with curiosity and looked at the opened window.

"Okay, just don't stay too late."

She nodded politely and said goodnight before she headed to her own room. Nefaaya immediately jumped on her bed and opened the book. Don't stay too late? Who she was talking to, Nefaaya had stayed all late throughout the course of her previous life.

Nefaaya opened the book and immediately sighed in frustration when she remembered that she can't read this language! Instead of trying to read it, Nefaaya just ran through the pictures in the book. It shows different abilities that could be altered. Water, Earth, Air, Fire, Light and Dark which includes the Mass, Weight, Energy of the Creation.

She looked at the first picture of the book and tried to imitate the form of the fingers shown in it. She gasped on realizing it was similar to what her mother was doing. Nefaaya didn't know if she would be glad or sad in finding the similarity between her mother's finger form.

The fact that she had just been able to cast a single spell from this book was sad. I wonder how hard it could be.

She imitate the finger, and tried imagine Pulling from something... nothing happens. She tried again and again. As the night progressed, Nefaaya still tried, trying to imagine Pulling from something. But as hard as she tried, nothing happened. Tired and with a broken pride she fell asleep with a dream of being able to summon a storm. She was surrounded by darkness, no stars from above and not a single light from afar— nothing but the gusting winds surrounded her like walls. Then the wall banished, she found herself standing in the darkness.

Nefaaya was afraid, even when she was in her previous life she always found the darkness unsettling. For that reason, she never sleeps with her lights off. She walked slowly at first, trying in futility to find a way out of this darkness. She outstretched her hands, reaching for what she could reach. What she was reaching, she didn't know. But what afraid's her more was to reach something that was beyond her reason. As she walked aimlessly in the darkness that seemed to never end, she realized that it was a dream. In her world, when she realized that a dream was a dream she would immediately be pulled back to being awake. But it seems like in this world, the rule doesn't apply.

She turned, from the corners of her eyes she saw a glinting blue light. Nefaaya wondered for a second if this was the way to go back to her world. She moved towards the light, slowly at first until she found herself running, half-worried it would banish and half-excited in the thought of home. Nefaaya shouted, but this place is a vacuum where no sound travels. She finds herself falling in a drop surrounded by millions of stars. Then as if willed by someone she stops, suspended in the air. Facing the eye of a writhing monster. In its back, she saw many glowing pulsating veins like small rivers each heading to a different direction.

"Who are you?" A voice echoed.

The monster was the most bizarre thing she had seen in this world. All the fear, all the emotions enveloped her as she stared at it. The monster's remarkable feature was a huge eye with a moving eye socket. Upon further inspection she realized that it wasn't a normal eye socket, something similar to a shiny tentacle of octopus was continuously writing as if trying to cover the eyes whole. It was making a sickening sound as if mushing something soft with force. She felt she had already heard it.

The accident flashed in her mind. She saw the man standing on the sidewalk. The bus losing its control as it stamped on the body of the man. When she realized that the two have similar sound, Nefaaya felt an urge to vomit.

The eye eyed him. "What are you, child?" The monster said.

She realized that she was facing something she can't understand. In that moment, she was finally convinced that in this world, the impossible can happen.

"I am nothing but a child," she said, trying to calm herself. "What are you?"

"I am? I am what they called the All-seeing Eye," the monster said. "A being that oversaw the Flow."

Nefaaya looked around uneasily, "why am I here?"

The monster hummed, "earlier, you were trying to Pull something from the Creation. And something about you... is not right."

"Not right?" She tilted her head.

The eye bobbed up and down, "yes, you're an Anomaly to the Singularity. I was thinking of destroying you right now. But the Flow... don't reject you."

"I don't know what you're saying... Anomaly?" Her eyes widened and shivered on the seriousness of the monster's voice, "why? What wrong had I done."

"Your very existence was wrong. You would destroy the Singularity created for this universe," he reasoned.

And Nefaaya, surprisingly agreed to the monster. Because if she was facing the same problem, the most right thing to do was to destroy its root for it to never grow.

"But the Flow don't reject you... yet." The pupil of the monster dilated. Nefaaya froze, it was all Nefaaya could do to stop herself from shouting. "But I am also seeing something, something much more powerful that would shake the roots of the Creation. A power that hadn't been seen since the Release Of Madness," it said. "And I was thinking of pulling the strings from behind... to protect the course or do what the Flow sees necessary."

"Pulling the strings from behind?"

For some unknown reason, she felt the monster nodded, "I would let you live. For now Nefaaya. Woke up and trained. There would be a time that the two of us would meet again, and whether you like it or not, you would do my bidding." He promised.

The voice echoed, Nefaaya was pulled back. The light stretches on all sides of her. She turned and found herself falling to the floor, book still in her hands. From the windows of her room, light drifted. It was a warm morning, but Nefaaya was sweating cold.