"I'm sure you mean what you say, but your words mean nothing to me. Don't take it personally, I don't care about anything anymore." Tired of talking, I walked past him and went to the training room. I punched the heavy bag for a few hours. It was a bit harder, though, because I had no motivation. I didn't have anger towards anyone to encourage me to hit a little harder when I punch. Never the less, I still hit pretty hard. Alfio walked in, causing me to stop. He walked right up to me so he was only a foot or so away.
                          
"I know you had a good reason to turn it off, but you have even better reasons to turn it on. Cullen is fine, the witches are gone, and you're surrounded by people who love you. It's ok, you can turn it on now. There's no reason for you to be sad or angry anymore." He slowly leaned in and kissed me gently, to see my reaction. I kissed him back, and that was all the encouragement he needed. He pushed me up against the wall of the training room, and hoisted my legs up around his waist. The kisses deepened as I allowed his tongue into my mouth. I didn't kiss him back because I liked him. I had no feelings towards Alfio, actually, I didn't have any feelings at all for anything. Not having feelings doesn't make me a prude though. I ran my fingers through his hair and down his back. His back is really muscular, I would probably be turned on if I could be. After a few minutes, he pulled away. 
                          
Breathing heavily, he asked, "did you feel that?" I smirked as I leaned in close to his ear.
                          
"No," I whispered before lightly kissing his neck and lowering my legs to the ground. I stopped before walking out of the room. "I'm going to that fight club in Magix, if you wanna watch me kick some ass feel free to come with me. I'm leaving in ten minutes." And with that, I walked out. I returned to my room to do some quick things before heading out the front door. Alfio was already standing there waiting for me. 
                          
I was about to transform when I remembered, "It's really a shame you can't fly. I hate waiting." He called a cab, and within half an hour, we were at the fight club. I told him he could sit in the front row. 
                          
"Kiss me for good luck." I told him right before I was supposed to go into the dome.
                          
"Why? It doesn't mean anything to you."
                          
"But it means something to you doesn't it?" I could tell he was conflicted inside, but that didn't stop him from kissing me anyway. I wiped my mouth before walking away and entering the dome. I transformed and waited for my opponent to enter the ring. A dark skinned girl wearing a cheetah print outfit walked in, eyeing me up and down. The announcer commenced the fight, and it was on. She shape shifted into a giant spider. I've never seen a faerie do that before. She turned around and shot a web out at me, sticking me to the wall of the dome. I grunted and tried to get out, but it was much harder than expected. I conjured fireballs into my hands, and burned my way through the web just as the spider pounced. I aimed a stream of fire at her, and she dropped to the ground, returning to her Faerie form. I attempted to fly, but the sticky web was all over my wings. I tried to peel it off, but it was too strong. She caught onto my disadvantage, and turned into a lion. She slowly stalked me, like she was playing with her food. 
                          
"Come and get me bitch," I yelled so she could hear it. Just as she jumped into the air, I summoned my inner dragon and counter attacked her. She laid on the floor unconscious as her Fia unwillingly returned her to her normal human state. Medics came in and put her on a stretcher before carrying her out. I stepped out of the dome and ran up to Alfio.
                          
"What did you think?" His face was speechless.
                          
"You're amazing alright, amazingly dangerous. I can't watch you beat the shit out of naive Faeries. They're people Alena, not punching bags. With as much power as you have, you could easily kill someone!" He stormed out, and I followed close behind him. 
                          
"I know my limits. I won't hurt anyone." I said unconvincingly. 
                          
"If you turned off your emotions then why do you want me here?" That was a question I found myself asking.
                          
"It doesn't mean I don't like company. Besides, I like reminding people what I'm capable of." He just shook his head.
                          
"I don't know what it will take, but I will get you to feel emotion." I scoffed and followed him into a cab. The ride back to the castle was silent. I prefer silent rides anyway, so I didn't mind. When we got out of the cab, Alfio walked onto the grass and towards the front of the school. Curious, I followed him.
                          
"I thought long and hard on the way home," he started, "and really, you're just weak."
                          
"Excuse me?" I was the strongest Fia alive.
                          
"You turned off your emotions as an easy way out, a very cowardice move." He spat at me. "You're so scared to turn them back on! You claim you feel nothing, but the fact that you won't turn them back on proves you feel something; fear. You're afraid of what will happen if you turn them on."
                          
"I am no coward." I yelled, but only so he could hear me.
                          
"You're weak for letting Ravyn get to you. You let her scare you, and she knows that. You're weak for giving up 
when all hope seemed lost. Weak! You fucking coward! How could you give up on someone you loved so easily? The first option that came to mind didn't work, big deal! You fucking try again and again until something you try does work!" His words were cutting through me like venom, layer by layer. Suddenly I felt it again, that twitch in my stomach. Except this time, it wasn't just a twitch, it was a spark. The spark quickly faded and I cleared my mind, but he didn't stop.
                          
"You were scared when you heard the witches were coming, so you tried to kill yourself as a way out! Sure, you justified it by saying you were trying to me a martyr, but we both know the truth. You gave up! You figured oh well, the witches took the Dragonfire. Now I have no chance of getting it back so I might as well just kill myself! Save myself from shame and embarrassment! Well it's too fucking late because you should be pretty damn ashamed of yourself now. You're a quitter!" The spark lit again, and again until it caught something. A small flame was ignited, and I fell to my knees. I felt Alfio's hand on my back as my vision went dark. 
                          
I'm watching the fighting match again. This time, the red man is winning. He is throwing punches left and right, the blue man is too slow. He is getting smaller and smaller as the red flame sucks all the oxygen out of the room. The blue fire is choked out of existence, leaving a puff of smoke in its place. 
                          
My eyes shot open as I sucked in a huge gulp of air. I panted heavily as tears poured from my eyes. Alfio hugged me so tight, I thought I was going to burst. 
                          
"You're ok, you're ok now. You did it, you reversed the switch!" He rubbed his hand over my hair and kissed my forehead. I wiped my tears as I hugged him tightly. I thanked him over and over until I couldn't speak anymore. The rush of feelings into my body completely overwhelmed me, and I passed out in his arms.