I am so sorry, I put this story on hiatus, and forgot to say anything :( . Things had gotten a bit hectic with school, work, and life. This is a rework of To Fade because I read it and really wasn't happy with how it went. So I'm back and hoping to improve on this story! Once again Bioware own everything except my characters.
There a lot of fictional abilities in our world. There are common ones like super strength and flight, that we see constantly in movies and games. Ones that we read about and some people actually believe in like telekinesis or telepathy. Despite all the fictional works depicting these powers no one has actually witnessed any of them. So the popular belief is that all of these "fictional" powers do not exist.
Now what if I told you that some of these powers do exist. What if I told you that it is very possible that at least one person you have met has powers and either doesn't know it or hides it well. Well I am telling you that, I am also telling that there is no way to gain these, they are not given out by "god," they are not gained through a near death experience, and twins don't get them just because they are twins. psychic powers are simply luck of the draw, those lucky enough are born with them.
How do I know this? Well because my best friend Serana and I were among the lucky few.
Pure coincidence really, we were born with the ability to commune with each other through telepathy. We discovered it pretty young, I think that the only reason we did find out is because we had grown closer and closer since the day we were born. See we were born on the same day, both our mothers happened to live in the same town and went into the labor at around the same time. They both ended up in the same hospital room due to the fact that the small town we lived in had such a small hospital. I guess that bringing life into the world together can create a bond because they instantly became close friends.
The two single moms worked together and raised two children on their own. Due to their relationship it only made sense that Serana and I would become close. We grew up together, becoming best friends, attending the same school, joining the same clubs. Nearly everything we did was done as a pair.
It wasn't until we were about twelve years old that we discovered what we could do. We were playing on my front lawn, just across the street from Serana's, when the ball we were playing with got out of our reach and rolled into the street. After checking to see that no cars were coming Serana ran into the street to grab it.
Upon reaching the ball she saw that her shoe was untied and made the horrible decision to tie it in the middle of the street. Just as she bent down to tie a truck sped up the street traveling at a breakneck speed. Serana glanced up and was caught with deer in the headlights syndrome. I opened my mouth to scream for her to run but the words died on my tongue as fear choked them back down. All that happened was that the words I had meant to shout echoed around in my head. On impulse I threw my self forward and tackled Serana out of the way. After the truck sped off I looked down at Serana, she opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Instead I heard her words in my head, I'm sorry I didn't run like you said. We were both to terrified to realize that we hadn't spoken.
Hours later I was sitting in my bed thinking about the events of the day and I realized that neither had spoken as single word. My adolescent brain immediately played with the idea that we were psychic, feeling incredibly silly I decided to try the impossible idea. Casting out my thoughts I tried to contact Serana. Serana? Can you hear me?. Sitting there waiting I felt increasingly ridiculous until finally... Yeah, I can hear you. Since then we have always been in contact, no matter the distance we can always communicate.
Once again I am sorry about how short, boring, and rushed this chapter feels, I doubt I will ever get chapter one to the state I want it. Please continue reading. I am still sorry for the long absence and am trying desperately to make sure it doesn't happen again.