-1Alright- this story was inspired by Marjorie M. Liu's Eye of Heaven. Hope you enjoy it :D
The
car rolled down the highway casually, passive as the other sports
cars passed it by easily. Such was the life of an old car, always
passed, always uncaring. The owner of the car sat inside, listening
to the sounds of the radio with a sense of sadness about her. Carol
had wanted to be a professional singer since she was in middle
school, a young girl just starting choir, Just getting used to using
her magnificent voice, but a gift had turned into a curse. She shut
the radio off and let out a deep sigh, not daring to sing along to
the words of the music. She hummed slightly, a strange energy forming
around her as the tune came from her mouth. She looked to the car
beside her, the driver suddenly sitting up straight, the car veering
slightly as he stared blankly ahead.
She stopped her humming, the
driver relaxing again with a confused expression, shaking his head
and speeding the car further ahead to act as if nothing had happened.
Carol bit her lip nervously, knowing she shouldn't have done that.
Ever since high school, every time she tried to sing, her voice made
others fall into a sort of trance, not able to do anything unless she
changed the tune of the song, or stopped singing altogether. She let
out a long shaky sigh and focused on the road again, rounding a
corner of the highway and turning into an exit to head home. At least
there she could sing with no interruptions- no danger. She just
wished she could finally be able to sing again...
"Aye
sir, her name is Caroline- Carol for short. She excelled at singing
until her highschool senior year, when she dropped out of the class
after an assembly solo. Rumor has it that the techie in charge of the
microphones collapsed and fell into an open wire- he was badly
electrocuted, pronounced dead at the hospital upon arrival."
"Tragic.
Enough to make her never sing again, I wager." A elderly man at
a large desk folded his hands grimly. He knew well of these
circumstances, the tragic happenings of the children of this
generation, born with abilities they saw as a curse, turning them
into freaks in their own minds. A pity. "What is she doing
now?"
"Nothing sir, just working a job as a waitress at
Applebee's. God, she must be depserate." She woman in a black
suit with a small skirt frowned at the report in front of her, and
looked up at her boss. "Should I send a message for a meeting,
sir?"
"No, thank you. We should wait until she comes to
us. Just make it known that we exist to her. She will come to us.
That will be enough, Jackie."
The seceretary, Jackie, smiled
and reached out a hand, her pen floating from the desk into her open
palm. The man nodded in satisfaction as Jackie walked out of the
room. She had been his first student- a young girl with remarkable
abilities of telekinesis. She saw it as a burden though, hiding it
from all others until he had found her.
This was a world based on
technology and convenience- not magic and responsibility. Those were
days long past. he leaned back against his chair, finally letting his
spell drop- his face molding back into its original shape of a
handsome young man with white hair, a long angular face and sharply
pointed ears. There were plenty of his kind still around- hiding in
plain sight. The elven folk were not the legend that the humans
thought they were. Instead, they were the ones that kept order to
society.
The strange happenings that went on in the news were
triggers for a much deeper event- that which the world was soon going
to realize. His green eyes turned to the list of students on his
wall. He stood and walked over, wondering which would be best suited
for this particular occassion. He would say... Trevor. A very gifted
child indead- especially in this world. In his childhood, such a
power would have been of no use, except perhaps medically. But
now...
Things had surely changed. Over the thousand years of his
existance he had seen wars, famine, revolutions and discoveries. The
human race was growing at a rapid rate- hurdling toward its final
decision. Would it turn for the well being of all, or for the well
being of itself? That was what this battle would decide. An invisible
battle of greed and generocity. Unfortunately, it was painfully
obvious which side was winning. He walked back over to his desk and
pushed the small button that put on his speaker phone. "On
second thought, Jackie- send in Trevor. Subtle though- don't make it
obvious." he smiled.
"Yes sir." Jackie said over
the speaker, though by the tone of her voice she was smiling. He
rolled his eyes. The woman was far too intelligent. She might have
already done what he was thinking- he would have to remind her to
stop reading minds. He walked back over to his desk, took on his form
of an elderly man again and started shuffling papers.
Short chapter, I know. The next ones will be longer, I promise!