Chapter 7
She came again, faster this time. Panic warred with a strange, nascent confidence. I instinctively shot a hand out. A raw, uncontrolled burst of emerald energy exploded from my palm, hitting her square in the chest. Not a full jutsu, just a pure, concussive wave of Chakra. She shrieked, a sound of ancient pain, and dissolved into golden dust. The air cleared. Grover and Mr. Brunner found me, confused. The world twisted the narrative: I'd imagined it. Or had I?