~12~
"Mika I don't like this at all, it's exactly what the computer had and what everyone else said about her," Jake said.
"I know," Mika said. "What do we do then? We can't tell her, could we?"
"No we cant, not yet, she's still to young," Jake said, almost in a whispher.
"But what if things get out of hand, what about if her powers go all wild on her, she won't know how to control them, and what about if they come after her, we can't help her that much, she has to learn how to fight!" Mika said, almost yelling. They hopped Twyla wasn't listening. Jake shook his head.
"We can have her take classes, and when she gets stronger, for sure she'll train harder, harder than anyone else."
Mika sighed. "Alright then, but how much longer should we wait?"
"Maybe two years or so, maybe she'll never know till she's fourteen and much older, more mature, maybe we could hold it back as a secret," said Jake. Mika nodded.
"We can try... for now," Mika muttered.
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