Supernatural Soul

I could describe it at first, why did I have the ability do to something no other human could? It was scary almost, how this gift had come to me and me alone. Everyone has a talent unique to them but this really was something else, something that would change the life of myself and many others. Life is a gift given and taken only by a powerful soul. I had a power, I had a gift.

Fate of Life

It all started with my little brother's swimming lessons. Since mum and dad died I had to do everything with him, being his legal guardian and all, so as usual we were up at 6 to go to the baths. It was a typical Tuesday morning, nothing felt particularly different, until we were in the water. I had a bad feeling something was going to happen, something supernatural.

I was sleepy, the water carried me effortlessly, I almost forgot about the swimming lesson, my head was in other places as I drifted gracefully across the water. I forgot about Danny until I scanned the pool for him and he was nowhere to be seen, then suddenly the lifeguard jumped in the pool. It was then when I realised the lifeless body he was dragging from the pool was my little brother.

I rushed to his side sinking with guilt, my fingers on his neck searching for his pulse tears, in my eyes as memories of mum and dad came flooding back. Ever since they died I felt different, weird but a good kind of weird, but seeing Danny like this made my body arch. My bones filled with power, energy flowed through my veins with the need to help yet still I felt helpless and suffocated by the familiar situation of death.

For a second It was as if I wasn't in my own body, like I was watching my actions from another persons point of view, as if I had been posed by a force of good. I don't know how or what I did, it all seems a blur now but all I could see was my helpless little brother fighting for his life. I seemed to know what to do almost as if I'd done it before, I took his tiny hands in mine and closed my eyes and then it all went blank.

The next thing I remember was waking in a bed that wasn't mine own. I cried my brothers name to realise he was lying in a bed beside mine sleeping innocently with skin paler than the white sheets upon are beds. It was only when a doctor and a consultant entered the room that I realised we were in hospital then the reality of the swimming accident hit me in waves.

Before I could even think of the words to explain or comprehend what was and had happened the consultant sat between myself and Danny.

"You saved your brothers life, he was dead, but you did something which made his soul return back to his body. We don't know how or what went on this morning at the pool but something happened that cannot be explained by science and we want your help to discover why this child lives."

The consultant's words echoed in my mind has he offered me a cup of tea, what the hell had I done. It was then when I looked at my wrist I noticed it. I strange mark carved in my arm, it looked like Chinese writing, a symbol, like it had been placed there on purpose but when? I looked at Danny then back at my wrist, his sleep was deep but broken seconds later by a gentle calling of his name. We needed to go home and figure out what was going on with our lives, who am I and where had this mark come from, what saved my brother from the inevitable fate of life.