Hey! An update! How about that! Sorry it took so long. I like to write in
huge chunks.
Chapter 3
Aimee looked out her window. Not that there was much to see. It was more of a concentration skill. There was something happening at the tip of her finger, and she was trying to find out exactly what it was.
She flipped her hair behind her shoulders and tried again. Screwing her eyes shut, she took a deep breath and relaxed her body. After a few long seconds, she felt a slight tingle running down her arm. Excitement rose in her chest, but she pressed it down again. She opened her eyes a sliver. There it was, a small blue spark curling around her index finger for a fleeting second before it disappeared.
A small victory, and another puzzle. For the past thirteen years she'd been trying to figure out who she was. Her father had disappeared mysteriously and her mother died six days after her birth. They were gone, and with them, her background. There were only two things left. Her name, Amy Howell, and her mother's name, Andrea. She was living now with her mother's sister, Areida. It was her only link to her past.
Areida, however, was just as clueless, and although Aimee loved her like a mother, she was frustrated that her aunt could not help her. There was something strange about Aimee, and she herself knew that very well. She was uncommonly smart, extremely short, and had strangely pointy ears. Her voice was beautiful, but sometimes, weirdly hypnotic. She hardly ever got hurt, and when she did, it healed within minutes. Even her peers avoided her. She was similar to the outcasts in India, or the untouchables. At least that's how it felt.
She had done tons of searches on the Internet. She looked at the sites of odd occurrences, prodigies, even extreme body parts. When she sorted all of this information in her head, the most likely explanation of her extraordinary features was the belief in this race that she referred to as "the X's." the X's were referred to with all sorts of the fairy tale names, and she ignored those. She looked at the descriptions, which fit her quite well. Aimee found it extremely amusing that she looked like one of these X's, but as she probed more, she found that there were many similarities between her and them. Who were they? Was she one of them? Did they hold clues to her past? She looked for anything about blue sparks. Were they...magic?
She dismissed the notion immediately. There was no such thing, said her common sense. But there it was, nagging at the back of head. Am I magic? Could I really be magic?
Areida woke her up for her trance. "Aimee, school! You're going to be late!"
Aimee rushed out the door, her thoughts still in turmoil. and there it was again, the little childish voice whispering in the back of her head: Am I magic? Could I really be magic?...
Chapter 3
Aimee looked out her window. Not that there was much to see. It was more of a concentration skill. There was something happening at the tip of her finger, and she was trying to find out exactly what it was.
She flipped her hair behind her shoulders and tried again. Screwing her eyes shut, she took a deep breath and relaxed her body. After a few long seconds, she felt a slight tingle running down her arm. Excitement rose in her chest, but she pressed it down again. She opened her eyes a sliver. There it was, a small blue spark curling around her index finger for a fleeting second before it disappeared.
A small victory, and another puzzle. For the past thirteen years she'd been trying to figure out who she was. Her father had disappeared mysteriously and her mother died six days after her birth. They were gone, and with them, her background. There were only two things left. Her name, Amy Howell, and her mother's name, Andrea. She was living now with her mother's sister, Areida. It was her only link to her past.
Areida, however, was just as clueless, and although Aimee loved her like a mother, she was frustrated that her aunt could not help her. There was something strange about Aimee, and she herself knew that very well. She was uncommonly smart, extremely short, and had strangely pointy ears. Her voice was beautiful, but sometimes, weirdly hypnotic. She hardly ever got hurt, and when she did, it healed within minutes. Even her peers avoided her. She was similar to the outcasts in India, or the untouchables. At least that's how it felt.
She had done tons of searches on the Internet. She looked at the sites of odd occurrences, prodigies, even extreme body parts. When she sorted all of this information in her head, the most likely explanation of her extraordinary features was the belief in this race that she referred to as "the X's." the X's were referred to with all sorts of the fairy tale names, and she ignored those. She looked at the descriptions, which fit her quite well. Aimee found it extremely amusing that she looked like one of these X's, but as she probed more, she found that there were many similarities between her and them. Who were they? Was she one of them? Did they hold clues to her past? She looked for anything about blue sparks. Were they...magic?
She dismissed the notion immediately. There was no such thing, said her common sense. But there it was, nagging at the back of head. Am I magic? Could I really be magic?
Areida woke her up for her trance. "Aimee, school! You're going to be late!"
Aimee rushed out the door, her thoughts still in turmoil. and there it was again, the little childish voice whispering in the back of her head: Am I magic? Could I really be magic?...