Thinking

Leara walked out into the forest, and off the path. She sat down far away so she couldn't be disturbed, and rubbed her necklace. It began to glow, and suddenly a figure appeared.
"You called?" A tall man stood a few yards infront of Leara, and looked down at her.
"Yes."
"What's wrong?"
"I'm scared. I'm scared that everyone's going to find out about..." she looked around, and whispered. "... That they're going to find out I control evil. I'm afraid they'll act just like everyone else in all of the old schools."
The man walked over to Leara, and rubbed her shoulder. "You're special."
Leara looked up at him. "Really?"
"Really."
"Thanks."
"Call upon us anytime you need." The man smiled and disappeared, and Leara looked up at the sky. It was getting late, but she wanted to stay outside for a little longer.
"Maybe this school will be different..."

Leara raised an eyebrow. "You don't even know who that is. Besides, how would you know my other power?" The minute she said the last part, she regretted that she mentioned her other power.
"Why shouldn't I trust one of my life-long friends?"

"I know his power too. But why are you saying I shouldn't trust him?" Leara asked, and felt her stomach drop; someone knew about her dark power.

"The fact that he and his sister raised me when my parents hated me." Leara replied. She knew that they would never hurt her.

Leara looked down at the emerald. "Thanks," she said. But then she began to wonder if what Santana had said was true. She wanted to say something else, but was at a loss for words.