Prologue
It was a grey dull day in Oxford, as Nikki Wilson made her way to her dorm room, on campus which was a couple of minutes away. She was carrying a bunch of text books and papers as she dodged a puddle, and avoiding a cyclist coming towards her at great speed.
Once in the safety of her dorm room, she placed the text books & papers on her small desk, which was by a window of the court yard, she looked out to see the normal world she called it.
Removing her belted trench coat, placing it on the bed along with a blonde wig that revealed her hair which was a shade of light blue, as she sat down at her desk, to read through the papers and text books.
It was dark outside by the time, she finished reading through one of the papers, highlight the points that interested her, she placed her colour pencil down on the desk, she reached for a piece of writing paper, it moved of the pile hovered for a few seconds before placing itself on the desk, the words she would write on this paper would change her world for the better
Nikki was special, as her mother had put it; she had abilities that nobody else she knew possessed. As she wrote her letter to the author of the paper she just read curious with each paragraph, sentence and words of it. For this was her chosen field in life to research these elements, to know what science was out there, what cures could be found to help the human race from diseases that affected the world, or even cure her own condition as she called it.
As she concentrated on her letter, her hair colour changed again to a bright yellow, writing down the finer detail of the paper, quoting the points carefully choosing her words carefully.
She looked up from her desk realising it was gone 10 o'clock at night, nearly time for bed she thought as she finally signed of her letter, which now was about half a page long with another written encase of reply to her letter. She got out two envelopes from the drawer in the desk, placing both letters in them sealing both, writing the address of them.
She then placed them on the desk, looking at each one with emended pride, in the knowledge if only, when they would be replied to, that her life would change forever.