Prologue
It's been a year. A year since my life was turned upside down. A year since I learned everything about my life that I thought I knew was a complete lie. A year since my parents died.
A few months after it happened the family lawyer told me I was to inherit every penny they had. He made it sound as if this was the greatest news I could have ever received. How he thought money that came from my parents' death is a good thing, I'll never know. Their death was rather exciting for him to report about. They were worth over one-hundred-sixty-seven million dollars which is the most he has ever let someone know they were inheriting. Good for him, that must've felt great to be able to add to his resume.
They died in a car accident. It was one of those unfortunate ones where the weather was perfect and they were doing absolutely nothing wrong. The drunk teenager that hit them walked away without a scratch.
In the year since their death I have found out quite a bit about my family that I'm not sure I should be happy about or completely pissed but...we'll get to that.
What's going on right now seems to be more important I think.
About three months after my parents' death a girl came to visit me. Her mom was...technically I guess still is my Godmother though I have never met either of them. She was this short energetic thing that had these intense grey eyes and short spikey black hair. Among the many things she told me about my family and how they were linked to a few other powerful families, she told me that to receive my inheritance I would have to move to her hometown and live with her brother for a year to learn more about where I came from. I, of course asked how she planned to keep my inheritance from me and...apparently my Godfather, who I've also never met is the trustee. This was apparently what my parents wanted in the event of their death. I was given a year to decide if I was going to do it or not. It took me quite a while but I finally decided that I probably should.
That's the exact thing I'm doing right at this moment, driving to Forks, WA. To get one thing straight though, I'm not going for the money; I couldn't care less about that. I'm going because this is the last thing my parents asked of me which means it must be pretty important to them. I would do anything for them, no matter how ridiculous it may seem to me right now.
According to my GPS I'm only three miles from Forks and 12 miles from my destination. I sincerely wish I could have met or at the very least spoken to the person I'm going to be living with for the next year but he refused and no one would give me a reason as to why.
Maybe it has something to do with my powers. Wait...did I forget to mention those? I am telekinetic, which I guess seems like it would be the most important one but it's not. I am a sound manipulator which means I can do anything to any sound that I want to. As long as I can hear it I can control it. I have invulnerability, meaning, I am immune to most physical and mental damage. It would take a lot to kill me. The most important of all my powers seems to be resurrection. I can resurrect pretty much anything as long as I reach them within 33 minutes of their death. Why 33? I have no idea but I was four minutes too late to save my parents, something that has haunted me everyday. These are the powers I've found out about so far. Powers it has taken all 22 years of my life to learn to control. These powers are the reason I'm pretty sure I've never met my Godparents and the reason I've never been to Forks, WA until today.