Emily Pov

　　I look at her, confused and apprehensive. It's not possible that I have magic. I look at the flower field in front of us and can't sense any magic inside me.

　　Benson stands beside me and holds my hand tenderly, his touch warms my heart, and I take a deep breath.

　　"It won't hurt to try, will it?" Benson encourages me.

　　I reflect on that, and ponder Benson's words. My heart fills with hope; Benson's dark green eyes bring me peace. ...