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I was still thinking about my friends when I went back to the living room with the two cups smoking under my nose. The smell of tea mixed with the smell of magic that the whole room left after cleaning Miguel's blood. I sat on the floor below the couch and put the cups aside, leaning to touch Miguel's hair in order to wake him up. I didn't expect that touching your hair would cause the tips of my fingers to tingle, as if an electric current pierces our bodies by touch. That's why I quickly moved my hand away, but when I dropped it loosely off the couch, I ended up hitting his arm, which was moving softly to the floor.

The ring on his finger flashed for a moment in a violet tone, and it made me look down. By coincidence, or not, my hand leaned well over the circle-shaped ring leaked over his index finger. The ring was made of a golden tone, made of gold, and its center was covered by clouds of a very beautiful cyan, which I knew came from the powers of Michael.

The fact that I touched