Purrlyn greeted me with a warm smile, her eyes shining with an almost infectious enthusiasm as she embarked on her explanation. "Every Fey possesses a unique and wondrous facet of magic, a manifestation that sets them apart from one another. This enchanting gift can encompass a myriad of possibilities, ranging from the augmentation of physical attributes, the fortification of spells, the replication of enchantments, to the very transformation and alteration of spell types. In your case, dear little sister, your magic seems to have undergone a fascinating metamorphosis."

As her excitement mounted, her speech became increasingly reminiscent of Lord Cheshire's. "So, if I understand correctly, my magic is extraordinary because of its intensity?" I inquired.

"Well, little sister, we don't possess all the answers just yet," Purrlyn replied, her eyes sparkling with intrigue. "Something truly unique colors and defines your magic. To be perfectly honest, I've not encountered a manifestation quite like yours before. However, based on what I've observed from Adrian, I suspect this peculiarity is par for the course for those summoned. The only other individuals who might shed light on this matter would be the Mankin's King and their court wizard. But before we delve deeper into this mystery, I must address something."

I blinked in surprise and immediately interjected, "Wait, there are others like us?" My gaze bore into hers, eager for more information.

"Indeed," she confirmed with a nod. "The spell itself is a product of Mankin design and spell craft, which likely accounts for the extended time it took for you to manifest here. Nonetheless, after that brief initiation with your new body, you should, by all accounts, be feeling utterly drained. Yet, you appear to be faring remarkably well. How are you truly feeling?" Purrlyn inquired, her concern genuine.

I took a moment to assess myself, closing my eyes to better sense the lingering traces of magic within me. "I feel surprisingly fine," I admitted. "There's still a faint trace of magic within me, I believe." Although the magic remained, it was significantly diminished, and fatigue did not weigh me down.

"Very well, then. Let's attempt to cast another spell," Purrlyn suggested.

I embarked on the mental exercise of conjuring the image of a raging inferno, focusing intently on the flames. However, this time, the fire proved uncontrollable, flickering and fading erratically. As I struggled to coax the flames in my mind, a dull throbbing pain began to build within my head. I tried to persevere, but the pain gradually became unbearable, reaching a point where I lost complete control over the blaze. In that moment, an excruciating pain flared within my chest, starting with a sharp pang before twisting into something even more agonizing. My strength fled, and my legs threatened to give way beneath me.

"There it is!" Purrlyn exclaimed, moving swiftly to catch me. "Remember this feeling, Alex. This is the consequence of attempting to draw too much power from within. While there are instances where one might push beyond their limits, it's crucial to understand that doing so can have dire repercussions. Our father's diminished size serves as a perfect example of a potential consequence."

I groaned in pain, and although the discomfort had dulled since I ceased channeling power, I still felt the residual effects of exhaustion. Purrlyn gently placed me on a nearby rock and settled beside me.

"Alex, one critical point to grasp is that while your power is undoubtedly formidable, it possesses its own set of limitations, which, in your case, may be considered rather modest. To compensate for these limitations, we will need to procure some tools. These devices serve as conduits, diverting the brunt of the power away from your body. Furthermore, they can facilitate more precise manipulation of your magic. If you continue to push yourself, your power will naturally grow. And that, my dear, concludes our training for today. Do you have any questions?" Purrlyn inquired, her eyes filled with genuine concern.

As my exhaustion began to dissipate, I mustered the strength to respond, "Yes, you mentioned that I've been manipulated?"

Purrlyn sighed, clarifying, "I was referring to inquiries about your abilities."

"At this moment, I don't have any specific questions," I replied. "The general idea is to cast spells, accumulate more power, and while my magic may be unique, it remains relatively limited. So, obtaining a 'tool' to enhance it seems like a wise decision."

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"That's right," Purrlyn nodded in agreement. "Regarding your other question about being manipulated, well, to put it plainly, you've been manipulated – by our father, Lady Sunbloom, Frostwhisper, and probably others. Let me be direct, Father adopted you because of the potential he saw in you. He tasked me with investigating further, and that's why I'm here. He was interested in forming a contract with you to tap into the power you've been unconsciously harnessing."

I nodded, finding her explanation quite sensible. "That does make sense, especially considering he can use me to connect with Adrian."

"Actually," Purrlyn clarified, "you're not essential in that particular plan. Father was already connected to Adrian long before you arrived in this world. He knew where to find you. He just had to wait, although he wasn't exactly thrilled about being near that city. He's been complaining about it for centuries."

With an intriguing twist, Purrlyn reached down and unearthed a bag that I had somehow overlooked. It was a curious oversight on my part. She handed me a cup and then deftly produced a pitcher from her bag, pouring its contents into my cup.

"This is my specialty, my unique magic," Purrlyn explained with pride. "I can store and recall things at will. It may seem inconspicuous, but its applications are surprisingly versatile." With a flick of her wrist, she conjured a knife out of thin air, twirling it skillfully between her fingers before it vanished once more.

"Now, as for Father, he's on a quest to uncover the source of your magic as well as help Adrian, but his numerous obligations leave him with scarcely a moment to spare for you," Purrlyn remarked, her words causing me to flinch involuntarily. The notion that I might be seen as insignificant weighed on me.

"That's why he has entrusted you to Lady Sunbloom, and more importantly, Lady Frostwhisper. He wants you to cultivate a stronger relationship with the future Queen of the Winter Court. Throughout history, a Cheshire has always stood beside the queen, serving as her personal enforcer. Prior to the fall of our beloved city, that role was filled by our father. He has cultivated a relationship with Titania to what ends I do not know, which is why we're tolerated here."

I couldn't help but voice my frustration, "Why not take a more direct approach? Why place the burden on me and hope that I'll succeed?"

Purrlyn leaned closer, her tone earnest as she explained, "It's rather straightforward, Alex. You're a wildcard in this game. I, too, have been striving to get closer to Her Highness, but our family's tainted reputation has kept me at arm's length. Your situation is different – you're new, naive, and unpredictable. Father was banking on Lady Sunbloom taking advantage of that. You see, dear little sister, in our world, every court is locked in a perpetual struggle for power, each striving to rise above the others. In the past, power was shared, monitored, and overseen by the king. However, with his passing, our once-unified people have been scattered."

She took a deep sip from a cup she conjured for herself, allowing a moment of contemplation before continuing. "Father foresaw that Lady Sunbloom would be unable to resist taking you under her wing. She, too, covets the source of your power, or at the very least, your loyalty. She has been sowing the seeds of her influence with Lady Frostwhisper for some time now, and it has become a growing concern among our people. If she succeeds in having both the future Queen and a Cheshire at her beck and call, she would effectively rule the Winter Court through proxy."

I couldn't help but feel a sense of resignation as I absorbed the gravity of the situation. "So, I've essentially been dancing to someone else's tune since I arrived?"

Purrlyn's words hung in the air, a testament to the complexities of the Fey world. "Such is the way of the Fey," she sighed, her voice tinged with resignation. "You, too, will inevitably find yourself drawn into this intricate dance of politics and power. In fact, I've heard that you've already taken your first steps, at least according to Father. He considers you his responsibility now, his daughter. He won't allow the Summer Court to claim you, and he's doing what he can for Winter."

As Purrlyn rose to her feet and stretched, I couldn't help but reflect on how this was all so new to me. "This is all so unfamiliar," I admitted, surprised by my own vulnerability. "My parents from before were always absent. I loved them, of course, but we never really had much of a relationship."

Purrlyn reassured me with a warm smile. "Don't worry, little sister. For now, you have me. We'll work together to mold you into a proper Cheshire. You'll become a force to be reckoned with, mark my words. But for the time being, we must navigate this intricate game. You'll need to adhere to Lady Sunbloom's requests and act accordingly. Just remember everything we've discussed today, and don't hesitate to call on me. I can't allow anything to happen to my only sister, after all." She extended a hand to help me up, even though my legs hadn't fully recovered. I managed to stand, ready to face what lay ahead.

Purrlyn couldn't help but chuckle as she looked at me. "I can't believe they put you in a dress."

I raised an eyebrow, slightly puzzled. "Well, I thought it was necessary to learn how to be a Lady and all that."

She snapped her fingers in realization. "Ah, right! I almost forgot; you were a man. Well, that's quite the change. Nonetheless, the dress is a bit much. The Summer and Spring Courts indulge in that particular façade. In Winter, we prioritize raw ability. We do not really dress up except for the most important functions. We might encounter some challenges initially, but we'll overcome them. After all, we are Cheshire!"