<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“He walked over to me, put his hand under my chin and forced me to look into his eyes. It was so surprising that I had no time to react, and as he looked into my face his own changed. It started with a fierce expression, but after looking into my eyes for a minute it softened into a concerned frown. The first words I ever heard from him weren’t an incrimination, weren’t some kind of plea for mercy. The first words out of his mouth were, ‘Why do you hurt so much?’ Because to be a Master of Enchantment you have to understand how to read people, even without your magic. He hadn’t cast any spells, all he had to do was say those simple words, and i broke. When you become cold inside, you shatter at the slightest thing. The two of us talked through the night, and he did his best to put me back together. He listened, he helped, and with the dawn I felt better. Better than i had in a long time, all because one person asked me about my emotions. I know that you two wondered why he calls me Lucy. He calls me that because when he asked me my name in the middle of that fit I could only get out that much of it. It’s stuck ever since.”</span>