I would ask her to give me the gift of charisma. Even the greatest beauty is impermanent, and the greatest intelligence achievable by man is imperfect, but there is no door that the greatest charisma cannot open.
I was in school. We were having class, but I noticed that my seatmate had not gone back to the classroom after going on a restroom break. I went to look for her, and suddenly the school was a castle. I saw her on the battlements, staring at a black cat that was perched along a broken part. She wanted to save the cat, I guessed, but being afraid of heights, she couldn’t approach the crumbling wall.
I went to fetch the cat for her, and suddenly there was a boy, another classmate, calling out frantically with a warning: “Wait, don’t! The floor might give out!” His warning came too late, though, as I was already by the wall where the cat was perched. I grabbed the cat, then, carefully, as lightly as I could, I started making my way back to the safe area. The well-meaning boy who gave the warning reached his arms out to pull us to safety, but before I could hand over the cat to him, the floor disintegrated into nothingness.
It didn’t ‘give out’. It was nothing like that. It was magic. Before my eyes, parts of the floor disappeared as shadow-like particles spread out and multiplied. And I fell, still clutching the cat, and I saw my classmates, the boy and girl both, also falling as the disintegration reached the part where they had been standing. We were all falling, falling, falling. Then a voice, commanding and crisp, spoke into my ear: “Toss!” I didn’t understand. Toss? Toss what? I had nothing to toss. “Just do it,” the voice said, as if able to hear my thoughts.
So I did. I made a tossing motion towards my friends, and mattresses materialized underneath them— curious mattresses that slowed down their fall. I made another tossing gesture, this time near myself, and I grabbed the mattress that appeared.
When the cat and I were safely on the ground, I looked around me for the source of the voice I heard. I saw no one, but then it spoke again: “I’m an ant, one of the 12 animal guardians you will meet in your journey to dispel the evil shadow. My name is… Psycho-Pal.”