OK guys, I know I have another story that I haven't completed yet, but I have been re-reading the infernal devices and just had the biggest inspiration, and well you know, when an idea pops up, I have to work on it, or I might lose it. Anyways, I hope you like, let me know what you think of it.
The world today, is not like the world of yesterday. Things have changed, people have changed, minds have changed, and genes have changed. This year of 2014 was full of differences, and, thankfully, for Lisabetta Gray, it had changed in her favor.
Her family had always been a little different, a little gifted, at least for the women in her family. Her father and brother were mundanes, a name used by others of her kind to differentiate between those with gifts, and those without.
When her mother was growing up, things were not the same. During her time, having gifts was still something to be ashamed of, something to hide, but over recent years more and more of their kind was popping up and it was harder and harder for the mundane world to not accept them.
Now it was 2014 and life was good for the gifted. They even had specific schools for their kind, ordinary mundane teachings just wouldn't cut it, being a teenager is hard enough, now add in the fact that they can do amazing things that they couldn't quite control, things were not easy.
Lisabetta Gray had always known she was different, that she was gifted. The first time that she ever made the grass grow immediately in her front lawn, or swirled the water in the bath tub around to signify a whirl pool, her mother knew that Lisabetta was something different.
Her older sister, Tessa, was also gifted, and had already began her education in a special school based in London.
The London Institute for Gifted Children was the first of its kind, and also the best. It had the most amazing teachers who had all different kinds of abilities, perfect for teaching their students in the ways of their kind. Tessa had often written home about how amazing the school was, how much she was learning, how well her powers had developed, and this had only made Lisabetta's excitement grow.
This year she was 16 and finally old enough to get admittance into the school. She had sent in her application earlier that prior year during the holidays, wanting to be one of the first applications to be viewed. The London Institute was very selective with their students, you had to have a much higher learning level than others, and your powers had to be more on the special side, if not, there were other, less suitable institutes they could attend.
Everyday Lisabetta had been checking the mail, waiting outside for the post man to walk by, and each day there was nothing. Other children in her community had gotten theirs already, and were all getting prepared, leaving Lisabetta feeling that maybe she just wasn't good enough to attend the Institute. She had been accepted to the Chicago Institute already, and figured that was going to be her only choice.
Lisabetta was upstairs, her room all packed up around her, waiting for her father to return home so that they could begin the short drive to Chicago. Her small keyboard at her feet that she had dragged from one of the boxes. Her fingers moved over the keys slowly and fluidly at first, the song that she had dreamed about the night prior flowing from the keys. She was at the climax of the song, her fingers moving rapidly over the keys, the notes flowing out in a high tempo fashion, when a knock came on her door. The song immediately vanished from her mind and she cursed quietly, upset that she didn't write it down. She turned the keyboard off, hoping that the song would return to her at a later time when she could remember it.
She opened the door to see her beautiful mother, with bright blonde hair and dark, alluring blue eyes. Lisabetta had always been envious of her mother and siblings appearances, they were all soft and subtle, but beautiful, unlike Lisabetta's dark brown hair and bright green eyes, that was too dark and too intense in her opinion.
"Lisa, you have a guest downstairs." Her mother said, smiling that mischievous smile at her that always made Lisabetta wonder as to what was going on. This time was no exception, why was her mother smiling at her like that and who could possibly be here for her, she didn't have many friends, a lot of the parents not wanting their kids around the weird one. Being the weird one in a Gifted community is really something else, as you can expect. Her mother walked away down the stairs, where this supposed "guest" was. Lisabetta sighed, before closing the door behind her, and walking down the stairs. The two people that stood in her living room with her mother took Lisabetta's breath away. She recognized the women standing next to her mother instantly. With her short, child-like size, brown hair that was in it's signature knot on the nape of her neck, and the dark eyes that resembled ones of a raven, could be no other than Charlotte Branwell, the Dean of the London Institute. She was so awe struck, she hadn't even looked at the other person in the room with great detail. She knew it was a man and that he was tall and in a robe like a monk, but other than that, nothing.
"Lisa this is…"Her mother began.
"You are Charlotte Branwell, of course." Lisabetta said, taking the woman's small hand in hers and shaking it.
"And you are Lisabetta Gray, the girl with the extraordinary talent, of course." Charlotte said to her in return, her beautiful English accent just flowing off her tongue. Lisabetta was taken aback by her comment.
"Extraordinary talent?" Lisabetta asked, what did she mean by that? She knew she was talented, but every one of her kind was talented, were they not, that is what made them gifted?
"Oh yes, we have never seen anything like your talent. That is why we hadn't sent you an acceptance letter, we didn't know if we couldn't accommodate your talents. It would not have been fair for you to learn from someone who could not fully understand what you can do." Charlotte said to her. "We have spent the last year searching for the perfect teacher, and we have finally found one. We had to borrow one of the Silent Brothers to be your teacher."
"One of the Silent Brothers? But they are the most secretive, and the most gifted members of our kind." Lisabetta said. Charlotte and her mother both nodded at her.
"Exactly why one of the Silent Brother's is the only acceptable person to teach you." Charlotte said, motioning to the man standing next to her. "This is Brother Enoch, he will be your personal advisor during your stay at the London Institute." Charlotte said. This time, Lisabetta actually looked at the man and was at a loss for words. She had never seen a Silent Brother before, had only heard about them, as many others had, but actually seeing one in person was something else. His head was completely smooth, no hair or anything other obstruction could be seen, it looked like it was made out of grey marble. Where the eyes should have been, were only small slits, not like the eyes were ripped out or something awful like that, but as if eyes had never grown there at all. His mouth was sewn shut with black stiches, and the black rune markings that only the most elite of her kind, the Shadowhunters, covered the rest of his face. Lisabetta recognized a few of them from one of her favorite history books, the Shadowhunter's Codex. Although his appearance was one of a nightmare, Lisabetta was not afraid. The Silent Brothers were not soldiers, they were scholars and doctors, a peaceful elite group.
It is such a pleasure to meet you Miss Gray. I have heard much about you. A voice said in her head, and she knew that it was Brother Enoch speaking to her in the only way the Silent Brothers could communicate. Lisabetta nodded her head at him in respect.
"The pleasure is all mine Brother, to have you as my personal advisor would be an honor indeed." Lisabetta said to him.
"Honey, I hope you are ready to go, because Mrs. Branwell would like to bring you back with her tonight." Her mother, Nichole said, her blue eyes watering up.
"I…will Nate and father be home so I can say goodbye?" She asked her.
"Your father is on his way home, as for your brother…well you know how he gets around this time of year." Her mother said. Lisabetta frowned, upset with herself for forgetting about how her brother felt. Her brother wasn't born with any gifts, and he was ok with it until both Lisabetta and Tessa showed not just signs of gifts, but great gifts. Lisabetta had always felt guilty when she was accidently used her powers in front her brother, not wanting to rub it into his face.
"Miss Gray, are you ready to begin learning how to control your gifts. Are you ready for your adult life to begin?" Mrs. Branwell asked her. Oh she was ready alright. More than ready.
Well there you go, first chapter done and up. It is a little short only cause I have to give the introduction, but the chapter's from here on out will be much longer, as there will be more going on. As always, send in your reviews, and also message me with ideas of any characters you would like to put into the story, their special gift and all. Have a great day readers.