I glared at the tree so fiercely that Mouche began to laugh. I glared at him, and he explained through breathless bouts of laughter.
"You...heh...look like you expect the wall to crumble at a glance," he said, falling over laughing. I blinked. It was sort of funny, but I refused to smile. Never get attached to anyone you meet, I thought. For the next thing you know, they're betraying you, and drawing out your secrets.
I wouldn't necessarily say that, a voice that I didn't recognize said.
"Did any of you say something?" I asked, and the others shook their heads. Hello, my daughter, the voice said again. I realized that Scar was talking to me, just like the Cheshire Cat had done for Mouche and Azazel. Hi, Dad? I said hesitantly in my mind. I have been watching you, my daughter. Through the amulet, I have seen a gift. Roar, and your troubles will be over, Scar advised. Roar? I questioned. Okay...
"Stand back, guys. I want to try something," I said, and the others quickly retreated. I eyed the wood, and took a deep breath. I'm gonna make a fool of myself, I thought. Believe, the voice said, chuckling.
I let out my breath and roared. The kind of roar that a lion makes. I wasn't even sure I was making it, it sounded so lion-like. It was a roar like no other I had heard, and twice as loud. The roar to send my somewhat-friends sprawling on the ground, despite the warning. The roar to send all the birds flapping frantically into the sky.
The roar to tear through the wall of wood like it was paper-mache and send scraps flying everywhere. Soon, there was no evidence that it had existed in the first place. The others got up slowly, staring at me like I had grown an extra head. Well done, my father said. The roar can only be used once every day, and it will drain your energy after, so use it wisely. I understood what Scar meant. I felt my energy sapping away slowly, and I sat down.
But I had done it.