The rest of the holidays were over before I knew it. I was quite happy to have my roommates back, since I had missed them. I wasn't used to having a room by myself. Melissa hugged me as soon as she saw me and started rambling about her family, and Rhea just gave me a smile and started to put her things away. Heather hugged me and drew me away from the others as soon as she could.
"Did you find out anything new while I was away?" she asked.
"Yes. I found a book in the library about auras that confirmed what you had heard. It said that the only known people to have white auras are Amun and Isadora. I still don't think that says anything about me though." I left out the part about the keys, especially because I had no idea what they meant anyway, and I didn't even know who they were from.
"Well, that's good then," she said. "It's more evidence. I'll keep listening in on the teachers when I can to see if I can learn anything new for you. I haven't heard anything from Mrs. Bainbridge about her meeting with Amun, but it could happen at any time, or I could have missed it already."
"You don't need to trouble yourself for me, Heather. I'm still perfectly convinced that I'm just a normal hero with a rare aura color."
"But how can you ignore all of the evidence?"
"There has been nothing concrete. I really believe I would know it if I was a goddess. The whole idea seems completely ridiculous."
"But you heard Ms. Coleman's story. Isadora would take away her own memories and powers so that she could live a normal life. You could be doing that right now, and I doubt you'd know it. You probably wouldn't want yourself to."
"She also said the only way she could get her powers and memories back was by dying, and I'm definitely not taking that big of a risk based on a theory."
Heather looked shocked. "Of course not! I wouldn't expect you to kill yourself! Surely there are other ways of knowing the truth. We need to find out what Amun says, if he answers the headmaster's call."
"What do you mean by 'call' anyway? Do you mean with a phone, or is it some kind of mental thing?" I asked, curious.
"It's a mental thing, I'm pretty sure. My mother always told me you can call to the gods with your thoughts, and sometimes they answer. It's kind of like praying, only not really. I don't think they usually answer, but it happens occasionally."
"Maybe you should call for Isadora," I said, half joking. "She'll show up and then you'll be as convinced as I am that we're two different people."
Heather rolled her eyes. "That wouldn't work. Hey, maybe we should call Amun ourselves! Then we would know the truth."
"Heather," I said, getting frustrated. "I'm not Isadora."
"You really could be, and I want to know the truth. I'm not giving up, and I'm still going to listen in to find out what the teachers are saying."
"Don't get your hopes up, Heather. I really don't see what could come of all this."
"Well, we'll find the truth, one way or the other."