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Chapter 1
10 years ago
Naomi sat on the edge of her bed looking at the blue birds outside of her window. "What if I could fly like birds?" she thought aloud. "Where would my wings go? Oh on my back of course." Soon she felt slight pressure in her shoulder blades.
The door to her room slammed open and her parents ran in. "Naomi! What are you doing?" They saw her and the new improvement of wings. "Think them back think them back!" Her mother was becoming hysterical.
Her daughters gray eyes looked up in utter confusion. She then remembered why she wasn't allowed to play 'pretend'. While her friends played she learned to control her imagination, suppress it so she could live a normal life. Her thoughts turned to her natural form without wings. The same pressure revisited her as the wings went back into thin air.
"Naomi, you know you can't imagine it's dangerous." Her father calmly reminded her. He knew marrying a human was dangerous for his normal fairy kind. Even though he was normal his daughter had inherited a long dormant gift. Imagination was dangerous for his only daughter.
Naomi looked down at her feet, and nodded her head slowly. "I know father, I just wondered things, and they end up happening." Her father shook his head knowingly; his father had told him stories of his great grandfather's gift and his failures at keeping it under control. It ultimately killed him and his wife.
They had tried many things to curve her imagination. Reading had turned disastrous when she had imagined out the dragon from Sleeping Beauty. Writing made her creativity reach new heights and had almost destroyed the house.
Nothing seemed to help. When she went to school she was shy and quiet, she had no friends and was very lonely. This caused her to imagine friends into existence. J had been the first friend, he was very deep and was well developed. Naomi's mother made her unmake him in the end. Many others followed J, but all were imagined out quickly.
"Dad I want to be normal." Naomi whispered from her bed. Her father sighed and sat beside her on the bed. She climbed into his lap and buried her head into his shirt.
"You will learn in time to control your gift." he reassured his daughter, "and when you do, no one can stop you." Naomi lived by her father's words and day by day began mastering her gift.