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A/N: I do not own Avalon. Rachael Roberts owns everything. I only own my characters and, of course, the plot.
Enjoy my story!
I sat up in bed. It was Saturday morning and my alarm had awaken me. I reached out and scratched my dog, Tuck, around the ears. He closed his eyes in relaxation. I got up and started to dress.
My name is Chris, short for Christina. I live in the country with my mom, Emily Fletcher, and my dad, Greg Smithe (A/N: I made up this name). My mom and dad own a bunch of animals. Mom is a vet. But she works at home. She really loves animals. I think I came out of her side of the gene pool because I love animals as well. I treat Tuck as though he is a person. And sometimes, I can swear he talks to me. But I have one secret I will tell no one. I always wear this red ruby attached to a gold chain that my mom gave me on my eighth birthday. I think it gives me powers.
I believe in weird things like ghosts and omens. I also love to meditate. My whole room is filled with candles. They help me relax. Some people think I'm strange, but I just ignore them. I am very sporty as well as crazy about saving the environment. I have two best friends: Erika Davies and Cheryl Charday. They also have powers.
I pulled on a white t-shirt, sweat pants, sneakers, and a sweater and went downstairs for breakfast. My curly haired mother was making eggs on the stove, and my blue eyed father was washing the dishes that he had his breakfast on. He gets up pretty early. I get up pretty late.
" 'Morning, sweetie," greeted mom. I have the same color hair as my mother, but straight hair like my father. I wear it long. My blue eyes are from my father, too. But people say most of my features are from my mom.
"Good morning," I answered. I sat down and started eating my eggs and toast. Tuck waited patiently by my chair, waiting for me to drop some food.
"Don't worry, Tuck. I have some food for you here," said mom. She placed a bowl of dog-food in front of Tuck. He wrinkled his nose at it.
"Tuck prefers human-food," I told my mom. She laughed.
"I know. But it'll make him sick," she answered. Tuck sighed and ate his food. Half an hour later I went outside to feed the horses. I approached Mrs. Roberts's pony. He had a high fever, but was doing okay now. I gave him some oats and filled his water bucket. A second later Cheryl came in.
"Hey, Chris," she greeted. Cheryl has short blonde hair and icy blue eyes. She always wears dark clothes, like a goth. But she doesn't act like one. She is just in love with the color black. At the moment she was wearing a white turtle neck, black pants, black shoes, and a black leather jacket. Cheryl has a black stone hanging from a silver bracelet. She can shoot black energy beams from it that help her move objects, and create force fields. She loves to read and is very smart, but not in a geeky way. She is always very calm and sensible. I always come to her when I'm upset.
"Uh...what is Tuck doing?" Cheryl asked. Tuck was pushing a bucket of water toward a horse.
"He is helping me. He does it a lot. Sometimes I swear he is human. Cheryl laughed as Tuck smiled proudly. Suddenly, a pale brown haired girl bounced into the stables. Her name was Erika Davies. She was a dreamy girl, always daydreaming. A misty blue jewel hung from a copper bracelet. This jewel helped Erika create clouds and mist. She could even fly! She did this by creating a cloud under her and steering it wherever she wanted. It was really cool.
"Hiya!" she said. Cheryl waved in response. Erika hoisted herself up on the paddock door that belonged to a dapple gray pony named Dusk. He neighed.
"Hey, guys. Guess what? I've been practicing!" Erika squealed. "I can create mist without suffocating people. Wanna see?" she asked. Cheryl and I nodded. Erika shut her eyes really tight and raised her stone. A thick mist started forming in the stables. I couldn't see a thing!
"Stop it! Stop it, Erika!" I yelled.
"I - I'm trying!" she answered.
"What's going on?" said a new voice. It was my mom! She grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the barn. Once I was out if the stables, I could see that Dad had "saved" Erika and Cheryl. Cheryl was glaring at Erika. Erika looked guilty.
"What happened!" asked Mom, worry creeping into her expression.
"I -I...well...I -" started Erika. Cheryl cut her off.
"It - it was getting foggy. Really, really foggy," she said nervously.
"Are you okay?" asked Mom. I nodded my head. "Well, why don't you come inside and have a cup of cocoa?" asked Mom. We all nodded and made our way toward my house.
"That was a close one," said Erika, a cup of cocoa in her hands. We were in my kitchen, and Mom and Dad were in their bedroom.
"I think Chris's mom suspects something, ERIKA!" yelled Cheryl.
"Hey, it wasn't my fault!" protested Erika.
" My mom isn't a suspicions person," I said.
"But I still have a question," said Cheryl.
"What is it?" asked Erika. Cheryl took a sip of cocoa and whispered:
"How did your mom know we were in trouble?" she asked. I had been wondering that, too. How could my mom see us if we were all in the stables - which is far away.
"I - I don't know," I admitted. It was pretty strange. I searched my memory for some answers. Hey, when Mom saved me, the stone around her wrist was pulsing. Mom always wears this bracelet. Attached to it is a rainbow jewel. I never noticed before, but it always pulsed when danger was around.
"Guys," I said. "Did you notice my mom's bracelet?" I asked. Erika and Cheryl exchanged blank expressions. "It was glowing!" I said.
"G - glowing? I thought only our jewels glow," said Erika.
"I know," I answered, confused.
"Do you think. . . ?" started Cheryl.
We shut our mouths as Mom walked into the kitchen. She sighed.
"Girls," said Mom. "It is time I tell you something," Me, Erika, and Cheryl exchanged glances.
"Years and years ago, when I was your age, I found this stone," Mom pointed to her rainbow jewel. "It helped me talk to animals, and heal them. I met my two best friends, Adriane and Kara."
"You mean Erika's and Cheryl's moms?" I asked. Mom nodded.
"Yes. They also had magic stones. Adriane had the wolf stone, which helped her fight, and Kara had the unicorn horn," Mom continued.
"She told me that was a fashion accessory!" exclaimed Erika.
"Well, it was magic. She was the blazing star, Adriane was the warrior mage, and I was the healer mage," Mom finished. Nobody said anything.
"So - so does that mean we are mages as well?" asked Cheryl. Mom nodded.
"Oh my god! And these are our stones?" asked Erika with excitement.
"Yes," answered Mom.
"AWESOME!" yelled Erika. Mom smiled. I was shocked. How come my mom never told me this? All this time I thought I was alone. And she could have helped me. But she chose not to.
"I think I will leave you three girls alone," said Mom getting up. I didn't stop her.
I was in my bedroom. The lights were off and the candles were ablaze. I sat croos-legged on my bed, eyes closed. I was trying to empty my mind. That usually helped me when I have a problem. But not this time.
I sighed and stood up. This was not helping me. Tuck sensed something was wrong and looked at me questionably.
"Hey, Tuck. Ever felt like someone had betrayed you?" I asked him. He licked my hand. I smiled. Suddenly I felt something. I was not going to sit around here and mope. I was going to do something. So I stepped into my slippers and walked down the long hallway. I reached Mom's room. I opened the door.
"Um. . .Mom?" I asked uncertainly.
"Come in, Chris," she said. She was sitting on her bed, reading a book. She gestured for me to come closer to her. I did. I sat down next to her and took a deep breath.
"Honey, whats wrong?" she asked.
"Mom, why didn't you tell me you were a mage?" I asked. Mom looked down.
"For your safety," she answered. I was confused.
"When I had you, the fairimentals told me that they didn't know whether you were going to be a mage or not. If I told you when you were young, evil would try to capture you, thinking you were a mage. So I saved that information until I was certain you had inherited the title of "mage"."
I stared at her.
"What are fairimentals?" I asked.
"Fairimentals are spirits that take form when they enter an element. But they can only stay on earth for a few seconds," she answered. I smiled.
"I thought you didn't trust me enough to tell me about my powers. I felt so crummy," I admitted.
"I love you, Chris. And I trust you. I would tell you anything as long as it didn't put you in danger. You know that, right?" she asked. I nodded. I felt better.
"I know that, Mom. I love you," I leaned over and hugged her. We were friends again.
