Hi! I've been lurking around fanfic for about a year, reading people's stories and profiles, and otherwise acting a little like a creepy stalker, but I've always wanted to join in and write something myself. Until now, I've been too scared and shy to try, but I'm taking a stab at my shell, so here I go! I'm sorry this is so short, I'll try to upload often. Please let me know if there is any way I can improve! Thanks.
Preface
Not that she cared. If he wanted to throw his life away, that was his problem. She put up with what she put up with. One stupid, bitter fourteen-year-old wasn't going to break the bank. So she tilted her head and said:
"So?"
Why he was even telling her about the latest wannabe was the real mystery. She wasn't exactly "read in" to things on a normal day. Or any day.
"He has some trust issues we feel could better be served by someone he can relate to more. Someone reminiscent of the only person he completely trusts now."
Well, trust issues were pretty run of the mill in this bunch of wackos. Why…
Oh. Boy. Was this…
"It's time for your first assignment."
Edit:
So, it's many months and chapters later, and I'm realizing this is a pretty bad opener for making people click "next chapter,", so I would like to implore you, this is not a good representation of the story. I don't know what newbie me was thinking posting this first, but please give chapter 1 a try. Here's a little sample:
Chapter 1
It wasn't yet light out, but Keefe couldn't even think about sleep. The odd dirt almost-cave he'd been stuffed in felt far less homey than the earthy treehouse the Black Swan had provided, the only other non-crystal place he'd had to live in. Since his big move to the Neverseen, he had spent two days in the cramped hillside room, seeing no one but Fintan, Brant, or Alvar, twice a day at mealtimes. The Pyrokinetics creeped him out, and Alvar made his gut boil with anger.
But there was one small thing that kept nagging him even while he felt the anger.
"I can't imagine any of the perfect Vackers being longtime traitors."
He had said that. And at the time, he'd meant it. But Alvar was here. And the way he looked at Keefe was strange, pleading and caring and sorry and not sorry all at the same time. He had been in the Neverseen most of Keefe's life, and had had to lie and betray his own family for them. But he believed in what he was doing. He had made decisions he regretted, but he also came to let out the bitterness inside. And to be what he was meant to be.
What he was meant…
The rest of the preface above the line remains unchanged for posterity. Thanks for reading!