A/N- This is going to be pure drama and romance. Just read and then report back to me how I did. Sorry if I don't update often. Life's a real nasty thing sometimes. Hope you like my first fanfiction! Dftba!(if you don't know what that means Google it!) :)
I am invisible. No one can see me, even others like me when I allow it. I am life, new ideas, youth, growth, renewal, hope, purity, and much more. I am the change from frostbite to sunburn. I am spring. I am a Pooka. One of the last few survivors. The only survivors apart from my clan is what the humans refer to as the Easter Bunny.
My clan is a mixture of two clans of experts in camouflage and Pookas that can see emotion. I'm the oldest and most experienced of the new clan, my mother was of the first clan while my father was of the second. As a result I am one of the most powerful camouflage experts and emotion sensors around. There are more powerful of each, but none that possess both bloodlines are as powerful as me.
There is another odd thing about our clan, other than the two talents. Our clan lives on the moon. You heard right. The moon.
We live with the man in the moon. He tries so hard to do right by every one of his spirits. The non-guardians especially. If we of the clan see any trouble below us, we alert MiM who tells the Guardians. I was made immortal for an unknown reason by MiM. I've taken this chance to act as a head warrior, advisor, and elder of my clan. Though I still feel and look young enough to play with the kits. The sad thing is I have yet to find a mate for all of my many, many years.
I also have yet to find all of my powers since the longer I live, the stronger I get and the more powers I find. As of now I can shapeshift to a certain extent, "disappear" (really just blending in to the background (A/N- think Ranger's Apprentice)), I can see emotions as a color aura around people, and I can talk to animals of any type. I can make greenery grow with just a simple thought, making it easy to spread spring from the moon itself.
These wondrous powers have consequences, however small they seem. My ability to blend in has made me quiet and reserved; I think things through extensively before I act. Which means I hesitate and have a harder time thinking on my feet.
When I shapeshift, I can only change into a form that is present; for instance, if I am with a bat I can change into one to make it more comfortable in my presence. As I would have trouble learning to do something like fly, I lean on instincts to guide me but with my mind and intellect intact. I sometimes have a hard time resisting urges like being timid or loud, depending on my form's tendencies.
"Bluebell Verna. So nice to see you again." A deep, wise voice said.
"Good to see you as well, Manny" I replied with a small smile.
"Anything new to report, my dear? Or is this another social visit that you seem to be so fond of?" He sighed searching my face for a clue. He didn't find anything.
"Oh just a little visit about a little rumor I heard floating around." I retorted, the smile long gone from my features.
"And what might that be?"
"I don't know, something about me going to a certain place that I am not needed." Annoyed. That's all I was feeling with this ridiculous rumor.
"Well, about that…"
A/N- AHH! No, I wrote a cursed cliffhanger! What is this world coming to?! Anyway I would love a review