Hey, guys. I want to tell you that English is not my native language. And the whole idea of making this story just popped into my dream while I was sleeping. So I will appreciate all the critics. And also any kind of help or advice. Hope you'll enjoy it.
11.06.2023
Hi. My name is Kim Douglas and this is my diary.
Some words about me (just to keep you in touch). I'm 20 years old, have dark eyes and I'm blondie. Without kidding because I'm not the "doll without brains" type. To tell you the truth I was brunette, but after one accident I became totally white-headed. What accident? I promise I'll tell you later. Well...what's more? I have the Power. Actually I have never thought about my abilities as something great, mighty and dangerous. Using my powers is like breathing for me - you don't understand how, but you use it without questions. My magic, as grandma calls it, gives me ability to read the aura and feel if someone also has the Power. When I told this to my dad he called me "little story teller" and laughed. But mom...there was something strange in her behavior. She said nothing at that moment but her eyes...Later my grandma explained me the whole situation and it was a real shock to know that magic was not a fairy tale but the part of our everyday life. Wizards, knights, the Master, bad and good witches... and Rangers. Yes, Power Rangers, whose destiny was to fight against the evil forces. I was impressed but nothing more. It was not my business and this magic thing was not of special interest to me. "The gift?"-I thought. - "Oh, thanks the Maker, but I have my own life and magic is really not even a tiny part of it". So I live a simple life trying not to use my powers. Oh, better words are "used to live" because one day everything changed.