Maybe I should go and check with the gamers.

If I want to have information about the game, they should be the best source.

Where else would I hear the latest news?

When should I go? The sooner, the better; I am already on the road, I have a bike, so a change of plans, I am no longer going home, but to the 'zone'.

The 'zone' was the place where the gamers had their headquarters. At the time when I met Markus, it was in the old industrial area; the gamers had occupied an abandoned factory building.

They even had an electrical cable from a nearby building where they were paying the cost for their consumption in some shady deal. The electricity-providing company did not even know that they had additional customers. Hopefully, they still meet there, or at least I will find some info to learn where they meet. It is challenging to look for them on the internet as they don't like to publish this info.

It is a long way to get there, but I have the whole day. Riding a bicycle is great; you can watch the scenery and think through, as long as you have limited traffic to fight with.

As I hate going with the bicycle through high circulated roads, and I suppose the drivers would hate to see me there too, I chose a much quieter route, even if a little bit longer. It goes along a small creek and then through some industrial areas.

I can drive my bike mostly on autopilot on this quiet road and think.

I, and being a witch? Oh, come on! The conclusion did not sit well with me. No, there must be some other explanation.

I am no fan of witch stories. Yes, I read now and then some witch stories; I even watched a couple of movies about or with witches. Sometimes the stories are interesting, sometimes fascinating. Mostly about good witches. I wouldn't say I liked the stories about evil witches, but probably the stories were not so good.

Before deciding if I am good or bad, the question is, am I a witch? Laughable. I haven't done anything in my life that could make me think I could remotely have any 'witch special genes.'

I need to rethink this. Let me start from the beginning; I need to find out where my error in my chain of thoughts is.

Me being a witch is the least probable thing. Can there be any other explanation for my situation?

So what is my situation? Either I have a split personality or a connection to a virtual entity, to an AI, in my brain.

The first case would mean that I am sane, but... I have some kind of wi-fi in my head. How would it have gotten there?

I'll try to check more about this, but this seems to be a low-probability case. Low probability, as I already tested it with that Faraday cage. Unless there are some special waves that would go through that primitive cage.

The other option is that I have a split personality. Let's face it, this seems to be a higher probability.

This is a fucking problem, but I could handle White Flower relatively well. Well, at least until now.

Both situations stink to heaven. I sighed. I did fuck myself really bad this time.

The question is: can I fix myself?

To do this, I need to understand what happened.

There is also the other aspect. In both cases, crazy or not, I seem to be able to do some witchcraft.

I need to see where my limits are in witchcraft. What can I really do?

Could it be that I spelled myself White Flower in my brain? If I did spell her into my brain, I should be able to dispel her. There should be a way to do that.

This would mean she is no virtual entity. Faraday cage check.

This would mean I have a hope to become again sane, without somebody speaking inside my head.

This would mean that I am the witch.

Full cycle back. Oh well, sure, if I can spell, I am a witch. What a fucking discovery!

If the dream interface unleashed my witch genes, that should have happened to other people already. Maybe there is a solution to fix my problems; maybe they know how to spell and could help me.

The gamers' scene could be a good source of info for anything related to the game. Meanwhile, how could I best test my witchcraft?

"What's that?"

"That's an airplane!"

"Please stop, please stop; I want to look at it!"

OK? My fairy half is as excited about an airplane as a three-year-old.

As the airport is on this side of the town, further airplanes were coming, and I had to spend some ten minutes standing there.

"You know something, as long as you look at the planes, I could train some magic?"

"No, no, this does not work; you have to keep your eyes up!"

Oh yeah. Even worse than walking with a three-year-old.

I stopped to look at the airplane. My arms were itching. Drats, I have some scratches from those bushes I ran through. I'll get an infection in the end.

“Hey, White Flower! You are a healer, aren't you? Do you see these scratches? Can you heal me?”

“You should be able to heal yourself; just say the words: I want to heal me. This spell is built into the tattoo on your left arm. You could also look at it and learn it.”

“Wait, wait. The tattoo is hidden now; can I still say the spell?”

“It should work, but it will not help you learn it. If you say it and look at the tattoo, it will help you learn the spell.”

“OK, then remove it.”

“Give me the lead!”

I did it, and she removed the spell hiding the tattoo. It was again visible on my skin.

“Now you are back in command.”

“Wait, you did not heal me?”

“Well, don't you want to try? Look at your hand and say it.”

“I want to heal me!”

A strange light illuminated my hand from the inside and washed over me. All scratches disappeared.

“Wow! Fuckidy fuck! I did heal me!”

“Congratulations!”

I don't know if she was making fun of me or not, but I was feeling much better.

“Do I have to look at my hand when I heal myself?”

“No, but that would help you to learn the spell. Now it is only the encoded spell that you trigger. Later you might spell it on your own if you learn it.”

“OK... Can I heal other people too?”

“Sure, you just need to say the words: I want to heal you and touch them!”

Huch. Tell me somebody that I am not a witch. How did I make those scratches disappear in a couple of seconds? I can heal?