Favour froze.
No movements.
Only the red light that emmited from her wrist was proof that she was still alive.
Everyone surrounded her looking and waiting for whatever was about to happen.
Favour witnessed an interface while she sat on the bed.
The sudden appearance of the interface was shocking, as she had never seen one before.
It looked like writings proceeded to through the air only to her line of sight.
No one else was visual to see it.
Williams, who looked on from the side of the bed realised this pretty quickly along side Arnold.
He knew that she froze due to witnessing an interface for receiving a new ability.
Arnold brought out his notebook and jotted the emotions and acts brought about while fixing his gaze on Favour.
Finally, Favour snapped out of it.
Victoria let a huge sigh of relief as she saw her daughter lively again.
The interface had completely vanished.
"Where is it. Where are the letters that rode on the air?", Favour carelessly asked much to the hearing of Williams.
He smirked.
"Good to have you back".
Victoria let out a huge hug on Favour before she was finally let go.
Arnold meanwhile, still jotted down everything he encountered.
Arnold had jotted down so much, that his notebook was almost half full.
Arnold didn't mind. He did it inorder to get answers, not to free up space.
The only thing that Arnold had managed to gather from his parents was that they were Art Users, a statement clearly written on his notebook.
A moment later, Arnold leaned in and opened up the jacket.
Finally, he saw the mark still glowing flashes of red.
The look shocked him.
"Is that an eagle".
Arnold didn't know any Sacred Types that the mark on it was an eagle, but he was about to find out.
He tried to trace as well as possible and draw down the mark into his notebook.
"Astounding, an actual eagle", Arnold mustered to himself still looking at the arm.
Williams also caught sight of the mark.
He was the second most educated person in the family about Art Users, so if Arnold didn't know, he was bound to.
Unfortunately, none of them knew.
It felt like a completely different Sacred Type altogether.
It was clear to see that Favour had forgotten about the experiences that had occurred.
The light, the instant healing, she didn't remember anything.
Like a dream, everything was forgotten in an instant.
She still did seem to remember the interface.
The status, trigger and ability failed to leave her mind.
"I also remember the trigger being a near death experience", Favour concluded after being questioned about what she could remember.
Victoria bent down, as even she knew what trigger simplified.
Tears flowed down, uncontrollable tears.
To her, her precious and only daughter, almost died.
Arnold head was bombarded with questions, questions that he intended to ask Favour.
After a moment of continuous interrogation, the family began to leave the space of Favour allowing her to come off the bed.
Tears filled Victoria's eyes, blocking her vision.
As she cleared the tears away, more began falling down.
Favour stood on the floor, the hole that burst through her leg completely gone.
No traces, no scars. As though nothing happened.
Favour dragged along the clean cloth with her as she came off the bed.
The cloth was badly stained with dry blood although there was now no trace of blood on Favour.
In a sudden moment of silence, a sudden drop of metal broke the silence.
It was the bullet.
It turns out that during the healing, the bullet was projected out from her lap while it healed.
Victoria was joyful.
Arnold curious.
Victoria picked up the bullet stained with dry blood from the floor and decided to throw it away to not leave any signs of the deep wounds on Favour.
Arnold kept jotting with seriousness, eyes clearly fixed on the notebook.
Upon all this, Williams still groaned in pain.
The isolation during treatment had seemed to make matters worse for him.
Dry blood circled the wound around Williams although Williams endured the pain and walked over to Favour.
"Incredible".
Williams cleared up the leg before walking back to the bed and laying down.
It felt more like a miracle than an ability gained for Victoria.
She left the two kids alone at the other corner of the room while she left to take care of Williams.
Arnold put away the notebook, eyes clearly fixed on Favour.
He had so many questions and he couldn't stand to hold them in much longer.
He cleared his throat as he prepared to talk.
Favour watched his actions with curious eyes.
"You do realise that you just gained an ability", Arnold finally spoke.
"Can you please tell me the name of the Sacred Type you just received", Arnold then waited a moment an added.
Favour expression turned to that of confusion.
She looked as though she had no idea what Arnold was saying.
"I knew this was stupid. A five year old would never understand what is going on", Arnold then mustered with frustration as he kicked the ceiling fan that stood beside them.
He looked back at Favour, his eyes halted.
Once again, Favour had frozen. She looked as though all time had stopped.
Arnold waited in intrege for her to snap out of her gaze.
He sat on the floor, and brought out his notebook, ready to jot whatever happened.
[You have been established as an Arts User with a Sacred Type.
Sacred Type: Zechar Type]
The interface appeared once again to the eyes of Favour who stared at it with disbelief, putting her hands through in hopes that she could feel it.
Like all interfaces, it disappeared and Favour came back to reality.
Arnold shifted his gaze back to Favour.
"So, what did you see?".
Favour began rubbing her chin as though she was thinking of what to say.
"When you zoned out, what did you see pop up in the air", Arnold then added, urging Favour to remember.
Favour held up a finger as if she had finally remembered something.
Finally, it all came crashing back into her mind.
Favour shifted her focus towards Victoria and Williams who stayed at the other end of the room.
The dark rays made it difficult to see them properly.
Warm tears filled her eyes seeing Williams laid on the bed in pains.
Sobs followed next.
Arnold comforted her searching for his answers.
He cleared the tears and shifted her gaze towards himself.
"So, what did you see".
It took a while but finally, Favour spoke.
"It told me that I got registered as an A... Arts User, named Z.. Zechar Type", Favour stammered, water burrowed in her eyes.
Arnold looked down into his notebook, blocking the view of Favour until she was completely out of sight.
He grinned and mustered.
"What ever could she mean by registered?!".