The sorcerer grabs me by the shoulders.
"Of course you have the power!"
I shake my head no.
"I can't. I don't understand. I'm just an ordinary person. I'm just like everyone else."
The sorcerer scoffs at me.
"Yes, I know."
I'm puzzled by this. He sees it written on my face and sighs.
"Everyone has the power," he says. "The rest of them just don't know how to use it."
My confusion only grows. I ask,
"But why not?"
He smiles, like it is the simplest thing.
"They deny that it is theirs. They refuse to make the choice to use it."
"But why me?" I ask. "Why did I find the power?"
I am suddenly afraid to know the answer.

The sorcerer looks at me sadly.
"Because you came looking," he says. "I tried to warn you that it's not an easy path. But you kept searching. Why did you keep searching? You have such control, such power now. It is your responsibility to use it well, always and forevermore. This is a hard road, my dear girl."
For the first time, I understand the full weight of what I've just committed to.
"But you're going to teach me to use it, right?"
I beg.
"My dear girl, you already know how," he says,
And in a flash the sorcerer disappears.

It is just me, alone now,
Me and my charge
to choose to do right
*always and forever more.