Chapter 198: What Am I?
Olivia stood frozen at his words.
Shaya took a slow sip from her goblet, her gaze sharp and unbothered. "You hide like a frightened mouse, Olivia. Flinching at your own shadow." She set the cup down with a soft clink, her voice turning colder, more serious. "But you are not weak. You have fought with the royal family, used them, manipulated them when you don’t even know about your powers. You have challenged them. But now.. You look like a ghost."
She rose to her feet and walked toward Olivia, her steps slow, deliberate.
"You are a witch," Shaya said, standing close enough that Olivia could see the flicker of fire in her eyes. "And instead of fearing that, you should wear it like a crown."
Olivia blinked, stunned into stillness.
"Witches are wicked. They have been hunted all their life." the words come out shivering from Olivia’s mouth as if she abhorred what she was.
"Yes, there are those who would hunt you," Shaya said, almost gently now. "Those who would chain you, use you, curse your very name. That will never change. But the real difference," her hand lifted, not touching Olivia but hovering near her heart, "is whether you let their fear define you... or you make them fear you."
Olivia’s throat tightened. Her heart thudded painfully.
"So you want me to challenge the whole world? How? With my ability to make medicines? I know nothing else!" Olivia claimed in a loud and frustrated voice. But suddenly, the moment where Damon had fallen on the ground in her old house, flashed in front of her eyes. She knew one more thing, harming others! Even if it was unintentional! She had done it.