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Chapter One

"We are the silver lining in any and every dark cloud we could ever find. There is no need to go looking for the light when you bring it with you." Tyler Knott Gregson

The green flashed by the window as the car went around the corner. My headphones supplying background music of our long journey, seeing as silence would be all I had if I took them out. My brother Zach and I are moving, from Ohio to Forks, Washington. I suppressed the urge to sigh, how on earth did I end up here? A population of nearly 4,000 people, practically ever present rain, and states away from where we used to call home. I felt my body heat as I thought about why we were moving, why just Zach and I were moving. I didn't want to be angry today, I didn't want to be angry at all. My self-control kicked in, knowing the damage I could do when I was upset. Suddenly, rain fell and beat against the window. I leaned back from the window and closed my eyes. I don't know how much time passed, but I woke to Zach gently nudging my shoulder. I pulled my headphones out of my ears. He was standing out the open passenger door. It was a little darker out than the last time I had looked out the window. I turned around to see the backseat; he had already moved all of our things, not that we had much. The moving van was gone too. I smiled at my brother lazily, I was still half asleep. Zach is tall and built, with light brown hair that is short and messy. His hazel eyes met my blue ones. He gave me a lazy smile back and reached out his hand.

"Come on sis, we are home." His smile faded slightly, but he kept it on his face. I placed my hand in his and he pulled me up. I looked around, the apartment complex wasn't too big, but it wasn't shady either. He nodded towards the door directly in front of us, about 10 feet away. 107 was our number. We walked side by side, slowly. The lights were on in the little kitchen/living room area. We had the dark wood kitchen table from home, the old blue sofa from the basement, and Zach's TV. Zach sighed and ran a hand through his slightly greasy hair. His dimples showing as he made a face. He looked at me and nodded his head down the hallway. "You can have first pick." I walked down the hallway, the cream walls dull. Three doors. Two bedrooms and a bathroom. The only difference between the bedrooms was the view of the windows. One looked out to the front parking lot. The other looked out to the tiny back patio. I chose the one with the view of the back. Zach began to move my stuff to my room, and soon my bed was made with my multi colored paisley sheets and pillow cases with my yellow fat comforter. I had my stuffed wolf that my brother had gotten me for my eighth birthday. I had a phase were I was obsessed by wolves, but it dimmed as I hit my early teens. They were such beautiful creatures, what wasn't to love? Mr. Wolf sat on my pillow. It was nearly midnight by the time I finished unpacking. I had my small bookcase, my bed side table, and a dresser all crammed in the room. Zach said he was going to get me a bigger bookcase. My books were overflowing onto my dresser. He was stressed, constantly running his hands through his hair, his eyes darting all over the room as he was thinking about all the things he needed to do. The responsibility weighing heavily on him, more than any nineteen year old should have. Zach is only a year older than me, and here he was taking care of me. He shouldn't be the only one trying. I pulled my laptop out of my bag, but then remembered we didn't have any Wi-Fi. I looked at the unfamiliar black phone lying on my bed. That didn't have the capability to search anything either. I sighed as I laid back on my bed. No searching jobs here. We were living off of Zach's savings. He had taken the last year to save for college, and now it was all being put towards us living and our moving states away. I was going to bring something into this; I wasn't a helpless child anymore. I put my laptop away and my new phone on the charger. We had to leave our phones behind, and Zach had bought us cheap and simple pre-pay phones a couple hours after we had left. I was grateful for it, even though it was going to be a learning curve not having an IPhone anymore. I rolled my eyes at myself. I sounded like a brat. I flipped off the light switch. Tomorrow was a new day, and I had a lot to do.

Zach must have woken up early to have bought cereal and milk. We had dishes from home, and they seemed to out of place here. He had texted me at 6:30 this morning saying he was getting a head start on job hunting and checking out the area. I looked around the apartment, this was home now. Not wanting to think about too much about it, I got ready for the day and grabbed my bike. I was going to go job hunting too. Luckily we seemed to live close to just about everything. More luck, it wasn't raining. The sky looked clear, and I knew that was practically a miracle. I rode around for about twenty minutes, there was a restaurant, a little diner, a grocery store, and a gas station close by. There wasn't a whole lot of people or traffic around here, and it was a little past 9 in the morning. I had to admit it was beautiful here, but I was sure my mind would change when I got to experience their rain more. I was getting ready to turn around when I saw a bookstore. A spark of hope shot through me, and my legs a renewed energy. It was a cute little shop, it looked to be very old. There wasn't anything to chain my bike to. I'll just leave it up front, I should be able to see it out the front store window, right? I shrugged, I guess I'll find out how nice the town is. I sniffed under my arms to make sure I wasn't smelly from my bike ride, and let my hair loose of its pony tail to pull it back up again so it was neater. I grabbed my water bottle from my pack and took a long slip. I could do this, all I had to do was get a job. How hard could that be? I looked at the sign on the door, they had opened ten minutes ago. Ignoring the growing anxiety, I pulled open the door. A chime on the door jingled as I stepped in. A friendly old man smiled at me from behind the counter. The bookstore was small, but well stocked. There were a few aisles and nearly all the walls were covered in bookcases. I smiled back at the old man as I walked over to him. "Can I help you find something?" He asked me, his voice deep and rich. He had a nice toothy smile, and dark brown eyes. His grey hair taken care of. He wore a blue collared shirt and dress pants. I noticed his wedding ring. He seemed like a good person. For a moment time seemed to stop, I closed my eyes for a second. I could sense his heart beating, could practically see the inner workings of his body. His muscles were relaxed, he seemed in good health. I took a fraction of a second to make my mind aware of his body. Being a magical being had its perks. We are aren't witches, we don't have to do rituals or incantations. Those witches exist but are much quieter about their existence these days. No, we are called Intras, which means "within". Because our magic comes from within us, it's something we are born with. A long time ago our people used their magic openly, like all other creatures. But we were hunted like the rest of them as well. My people have been long forgotten about, although we never forgot about our supernatural peers. We are a secret society, and that's the way my people like it.
I never knew what to call my ability, but my magic seems to come from beings. I can sense humans and animals. I can feel every heartbeat, every movement of muscle. And I can tamper with the body. I can heal, and I can destroy. I was aware of every single person within a mile of me. I had already convinced myself that I was going to get a job on my own, no magic to help people warm up to me. Something about sending my magic towards someone made them more trusting of me. But I wanted to be aware of his body language, so I opened myself up completely to my power. It had taken me a long time to learn to focus on just one person, and it was still tricky. It was easier since there was no one in the store but him and someone that I couldn't see, probably in a back room or office area of the store. I looked the old man in the eye, "Actually I was wondering if you had any job openings." My voice wasn't as confident as I had hoped, but I couldn't change that now. The old man looked surprised, and I could sense his laughter coming before I heard it. He chuckled softly at me, "Now that's not something I hear every day." He crossed his arms across his chest and took a deep breath. He looked at me, as if he was trying to figure me out. "It's just me, my son, and granddaughter running the store." He said, and my hope started to diminish. Family ran places tend to not take in outsiders. He quirked a smile at me, "I guess it would be good to have some extra hands. I don't exactly move around like I used to." I nearly gasped, and smiled brightly at him. Is he seriously giving me a job? "You like to read?" He asked me, and I nodded my head. "Yes sir, ever since I learned how." He smiled at my answer, "How old are you?" "Eighteen." He nodded his head, "Graduated high school?" "Yes, a couple months ago." He put up a finger to tell me to wait a moment and he turned around and stuck his head through a door behind him. "Hey Jack, come here a moment." The old man walked back towards me, and extended his hand. "I'm Charles Harold." I shook his hand, "Reid Montgomery." A tall man, who looked like he was in his late forties appeared through the door. "Jack," Charles said, "this young lady is Reid Montgomery and she was wondering if we had any job openings." Jack, had black hair and the same dark brown eyes as his father. His eye brows raised as he looked at me. Before Jack had the chance to respond, Charles spoke again. "Get all the necessary things you need from the young lady, run a background check if you like, or whatever it is you think you need." He waved his hands as he spoke. Jack seemed confused, "You want me to interview her?" Charles shook his head, "No, she's already hired." Jack was as shocked as I was. He went to say something but Charles grinned at him, "I've got a feeling." He said simply. Charles winked at me, and I tried my best not to look so shocked. Jack sighed, probably hearing about these "feelings" of his father has for years now. He looked at me, "I would like to run a background check, and see your social-" Charles cut him off, "Yes, give my son all he needs, you can start next week." I nodded, smiling at him. "Thank you so much!" I said, pulling my backpack off and pulling out all the things Jack would need. Did I really just get a job? Charles smiled at me, and Jack looked at me warily. Zach was not going to believe this.

It was about noon when I got back to the apartment, and I found Zach there with groceries. I laughed as I saw the coffee pot, Zach was a coffee-aholic. He shrugged at my laughter, and threw me a box of green tea. I smiled at him. "Zach, thank you." I said, looking around at the groceries. "I'm glad that's the right tea." He said, looking relieved. "I wasn't sure." I nodded, "It's my favorite." I wasn't actually just saying thank you for the tea, but I think he knew that. Zach isn't the sappy type, so I try to keep my sappiness to myself. "So, where were you all morning?" He asked. I grinned, "I got a job." At the look of shock on his face, I quickly added: "Without magic!" Zach stared me incredulously. "You were hired on the spot? Where?" I pulled out bread and sandwich meat from the grocery bags on the counter, and began to tell him the story as I made sandwiches. Zach was a little unsure about the job, but I told him I they all seemed trustworthy. We both knew if it came down to it, I was capable of protecting myself. I found out Zach had two potential jobs, and was going to fill out applications this afternoon. For the first time since we left, I felt like it was actually possible to start over.

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It was my first day at the bookstore, and I was nervous as I walked in. A pretty girl with curly blonde hair and dark brown eyes was behind the counter this morning. "You must be Reid!" She exclaimed, "I'm Rebecca, but you can call me Becca!" This must be the granddaughter, I smiled at her. "It's nice to meet you Becca." She gave me a toothy grin much like Charles', "Before I show you the ropes, I'd like to get to know a little bit about you." I nodded, "Okay. My brother and I just moved here from Ohio, he's a year older than me and we are really close." I wasn't sure what else to tell her. "Ah, so are your parent's still living in Ohio?"

It was late when we came back home, Zach and I discussing the awful movie we just paid to see. With our ages being so close, we had the same friend circle. We practically did everything together. I wasn't paying attention to our surroundings, too caught up in our laughter and conversation, but as we stepped out of the car I felt it. I ran up to the house, the door already open. The entire living room was trashed, blood smeared along the furniture and floor. I could barely sense her dead, not beating heart. After someone has passed away, I begin to stop sensing them. Her hair was a mangled and bloody mess, her blue eyes wide open. She had a knife sticking out of her chest. I felt Zach the moment after I saw him. His ability of speed always made it harder for me to sense where he is when he is moving. He stepped in front of me, "You don't need to keep looking at her." He said firmly. I could sense his pounding heart, his calm voice didn't fool me. Zach's wasn't the only heart I could sense. I looked at him, "Upstairs." I whispered. He moved in a flash, and I ran up the stairs behind him. The walls were bloody, and so were the stairs. Our dad sat slumped in the hallway. He was still alive, but barely. Zach was leaning down towards him. I began to move my magic towards him, I could save him! I can't do anything about the dead, but I can save him! "Reid, dear…please don't." Dad chocked out, spitting up blood. "I-I love you kids," He spit up some more blood, "but Jane…" He was talking about mom, tears were spilling down his eyes. I froze, and in those few seconds of hesitation, his life slipped away too quickly. I fell to the floor next to him, "Dad! No! Dad! We need you! What happened? Dad!" I felt the hot tears pouring down my face, "I could have saved you!" Zach tried to pull me back but I ripped myself from his grip. He didn't try to move me for another few minutes. "We are going to have to leave, Reid." He said in a calm, quiet voice. "Dad told me what happened." I looked up at my brother, trying to control my fear. "It was rebel Intras." He continued, "Dad said they didn't seem to know about your ability, so as long as we get the hell out of dodge we should be safe." Rebel Intras, they wanted power. They wanted to walk freely again, they wanted to rule the world with fear. People like me were exactly the kind of people they needed to do that. I nodded, trying to stop my tears.

"Reid?" Becca's voice pulled me from my thoughts. My eyes were starting to water up. "Are you okay?" Her concern was gentle and sweet. "I-uh-uhm, uh yeah." I stuttered, "It's just that my parents were, uh murdered." I blurted out, and Becca gasped, putting her hand on her heart. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry!" She looked like she was about to lean over and hug me, and from the sudden tense in her muscles I'd bet she had just stopped herself from doing so. These people seemed so nice, but I didn't want to talk about my family. "So, what is my job?" I asked, trying to pull myself back together. Becca gave me a gentle smile, "First I'll show you around the store. But this week you'll be rearranging a couple sections. Granddad's wanted to move a couple genres for a while now, and now that we have extra hands he said it was about time we did that." I nodded, "Sounds good." Becca beckoned me around the counter, she seemed really great. I wondered if we would become friends. She smile brightly at me, she had that kind of positivity and joy about her that was infectious.

Becca showed me the office, that had a mini kitchen in it. They had a bathroom, and a storage room. Becca was about three inches taller than me. Her curly blonde hair bouncing just at her shoulders. Her soft features didn't come from her granddad or dad, but her brown eyes did. She told me how her granddad and grandma had opened this store when they got married, and after her grandma passed away ten years her dad started working here part-time. Her dad is a mechanic and her mom a nurse. Becca has been helping her granddad every summer since she was ten, and started working here full-time after she graduated. She told me her dad would be in later to go over some more things with me. I set to work on rearranging, Charles wanted to move the romance section from the back of the store to the front. He wanted the history books to be moved towards the back. "He says it's a shame, but more people come in looking for romance novels than history books." Becca told me, "I'd rather read about romance to be honest." She smiled at me, "What's your favorite genre?" I put my hands on my hips as I thought about it. That's a tough question. "I think as long as it's good, I'll read it. Fiction, nonfiction, romance, or sci fi. As long as it has a good plot and intriguing characters, and the ability to bring me into a new world, it doesn't matter the setting." Becca laughed, "You sound like my grandma." She cocked her head to the side, "Actually a lot about you reminds me of her." Interesting, maybe that's why Charles had that "feeling" about me. Becca laughed again, "Maybe that's why granddad has one of his feelings about you." She said, echoing my own thoughts. Becca was bubbly, and always had an easy smile on her face. I liked her. There was something different about her, but I didn't know what it was. She helped me start the process of moving the history section. A few customers came in over the morning, and she would leave to help them find something or ring up their purchases. We chatted endlessly about books, movies, and the random topics that came up in between. Talking to her was easy, we had a lot of common interests. I thought we would eventually run out of things to talk about, but we didn't. Maybe Forks wasn't going to be so bad.