Page 46 of Powerless

They stare down at me from their snug, glass box. The king and his heir sit close together, their similarities striking me like a blow to the chest. Their sandy hair and emerald eyes mirror one another, looking so alike that my hatred for one begins to bleed into the other.

“So, Paedyn, tell us about your incident with Prince Kai!” My eyes trail back to Tealah’s, nearly blinded by her gleaming white teeth and vibrant hair. She leans towards me and places a soft hand on my shoulder, projecting my voice for all to hear.

“Well, according to Prince Kai, there’s not much to tell. But if you ask me, I think he’s a little embarrassed that a girl from the slums had to come to his rescue.” The words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them.

Plagues, I need the people to like me and mocking their prince is probably not the best way to—

Laughter.

To my surprise, and saving grace, the audience finds me amusing. I peek over my shoulder at Kai and watch the ghost of a smile grace his features.

So, maybe I can bash their prince after all. I can work with that.

“Not afraid to tell it like it is!” Tealah laughs softly before moving on to the next question—the one I’m sure many are wondering. “So, tell us again how is it that you were able to fight off the Silencer? I mean, it’s clear you can hold your own in a physical fight, but how come the Silencer didn’t affect you?”

I take a deep breath, knowing that this detail is very important for everyone to understand, tobelieve. “Well, Tealah, I’m a Psychic. It’s a mental ability that allows me to sense strong emotions from others and get flashes of information. And because of that, I have the power to guard my head, keep it safe from people like the Silencers.” I smile slightly before adding, “And apparently, people like Prince Kai, since he can’t use or sense my small ability.”

“How fascinating! I must say, I’ve never met a Psychic before!” Her eyes are wide, looking very intrigued with me, as I’m sure the rest of the crowd is.

“Yes, well, despite it being a Mundane ability, it does seem to be quite rare.” I smile brightly as if I’m not lying through the teeth I’m flashing at her.

“Alright, Paedyn, tell us about your life in the—” she stutters, almost sayingslumsbefore choosing to say, “—in Ilya?”

I contemplate lying some more, saying how it wasn’t that bad, how it was easy living in the slums. But it seems I suddenly have the urge to be honest.

“You mean, life in theslums?” She blinks at me, surprised by my blunt correction. “There’s not much to tell. Life on the streets isn’t much of a life at all.” I look her right in the eyes before turning to face the hushed crowd. “These past few years, hunger and cold have been the only constant in my life. But it’s not just me. There are dozens of others who sleep on the same hard cobblestone I did. Dozens of others who will do anything for a single shilling.” I pause and take a breath. “Living in the slums is survival of the fittest. So, in a way, I’m more prepared for these Trials than anyone.”

Tealah stares at me in shock, clearly not expecting that answer. Then something like pity gleams in her brown eyes. I hate it. I don’t want her or the crowd’s pity. I wantchange.

She quickly moves on to more light-hearted questions about training and my fellow contestants. “Who do you think will be your biggest competition?”

“Hmm.” I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, contemplating my answer.

“Perhaps Prince Kai? Seeing that he has the ability to use any power?” Tealah offers.

“Not mine, remember?” I laugh lightly and so does she. “He won’t be a problem. In fact, we’ll see how far he makes it in these Trials without me there to save him.” I smile sweetly as the crowd roars with laughter, practically feeling Kai’s eyes burning a hole into the back of my head.

“Alright, Paedyn, last question. What do you expect to get out of the Trials?”

My mouth opens, intending to spew out the practiced motto of the Purging Trials like everyone else had. Like I’msupposedto do. But when my eyes lock on the glass box above me, lock on the current and expected king, words fall out of my mouth before I can bite my tongue.

Thewrongwords.

“Survival. I expect to survive this.”

I can feel thousands of eyes pinned on me.

Tealah manages a slow blink while wisps of teal hair blow across her face in the soft breeze. Finally, she clears her throat and stands stiffly to guide me down the stage.

“Alright then,” she tries to act natural as she says, “show us what you can do!”

Now I’m blinking at her.

How the hell am I supposed to do that?

“Um,” I look around the stadium as I say, “why don’t you chose a random person from the crowd, and I’ll...I’ll read them.”

What the Plagues am I talking about.

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