Celia looked at  him. "Perhaps I am not a  mere mortal, at least  as powerless  as you think. The dream goddess picked me  for a  reason, and  I tend  to find  out just  what  that  reason was!" the  staff in her hands began glowing, but the  shadows  over her legs, the  creeping of her  skin. She had  seen many horrible things, was treated  like a  nobody. The dream goddess  believed in her  for some reason. The  light  flicked in her hands. She had to stay strong. She had been abused  both  mentally and  physically and never broke. Whatever  he threw  at  her, couldn't make her break. The  light began to become more  steady, and  form into a shape  slowly. She was quivering as the power  inched  over  her.<br/>"You will tell me, you can feel this power of mine. You know I am  more  than I seem  to be now."