"You… what?" confusion filled her and she frowned deeply.
"It is hard to believe, isn't it. Perhaps this would help!" Olivia raised her hand and there, Oriana saw a small spark, flicker of light as if a candle was burning but she could not see the candle, the flame was coming from Olivia's fingers.
"What in the name of god!" she whispered, voice almost broken as she took a step back horrified.
Olivia looked down, shoulders trembling, not from fear, but from the weight of truth finally spoken. "I'm a witch, Oriana. I've known for some time. Rhistel found out before I did. He's been helping me secretly. I didn't want to tell you because I myself did not know what exactly I was. I needed time, I never thought you would find out like this. But I couldn't keep lying anymore."
Oriana took a step back. "You… blew yourself up?" she hesitated and looked at the flame again. It looked enchanting. She wanted to touch it but at the same time she was afraid of it.
