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Wiccan-gal: I'm aware Hunter wasn't with Moira when she was four but I must of forgotten to mention that this story is an AU, if Hunter didn't go poof and all the Kithic couples stayed together and had kiddies. Hope you like it anyway
Nofurylikewiccanscorn: Give me threat ammunition, I'm running out of ideas. I ran into a window because of it (that is a true story by the way) that you for reviewing though. Also that I know that you like Higher propose (watching over war) but if I don't get two more reviews by Sunday I'm either discontinuing it or removing it. Word of advice, I would review
Raynornlimegreen: It may be a little harsh but she is in my story, plus she doesn't like spiders, how many people who don't like spiders not yell for it to get away, especially if their four. DON'T DISCONTIUNE THE PAST IS NEVER FAR. I loof that story. Just end it with a cool ending. Hey you got more reviews than I did on some of my stories. Of course there's that weird poem in the middle of it and your friends scare me ducks behind swivel chair but it spins around dingbat! I forgot to thank you for reviewing all my stories because you are a very dear fan of my and I loof you really.
Case File:
Subject: Elsu Brunson
Parents: Alisa Soto, Charlie Brunson
Current Location: Recently transferred, Ireland
Powers: Telekinesis
Trigger: Angry
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Elsu opened his door and looked up at the house in front of him. A normal sized cottage painted white. He and his family had only just recently moved from La to here a few days ago. Since then he had spent most of his time unpacking his stuff. His mum had wanted to go and see an old friend who lived close by. She had said they had a kid so he would be able to talk to them.
He rang the doorbell as his parents stood behind him. A woman with long brown hair and hazel eyes welcomed them in and introduced herself to him as Morgan Niall. He had heard of her before as the long lost princess of Belwicket but didn't make much of a hubbub about it. His mother, Alisa Soto, drew a lot of attention as well as she was a rare case of a half with having strong powers.
A man came from a room near and said his name was Hunter. Morgan called for her daughter Moira. She came down the stairs with a smile on her face and her hair falling elegantly over her shoulders. They said there hellos and started talking.
"Moira, why don't you show Elsu around?" She agreed and they ended up walking down a deserted street with small shops.
"So how was it living the La lifestyle?" She asked as she laughed at her own question.
"No different than any other. Teen talk, friends, fast cars." He replied and waited for her response.
"No girlfriend?" She asked looking straight ahead of her. Elsu let out a short laugh before answering her.
"La girls, no so great. But I think it will be better over here." She looked up at him, a look of a challenge on her face.
"What makes you think that?" He smiled.
"I have reason to believe." He said. Theirs eyes suddenly met and they looked deep into each others. Just then, he felt a hand land on his shoulder. He spun round to see a girl and a boy around his age. The boy had his hand on both his and Moira's shoulder.
"Moira's, 'sup and…" he stopped suddenly and removed his hand from Elsu's shoulder, "Who the hell are you?" HE could see the girls behind him laughing at his reaction to him.
"Name's Elsu."
"Ryker." The odd expression from his face vanished and a faint smile appeared in its place. Both men stuck their hands out and shook them. The girl behind Ryker stepped forward silently and addressed Elsu.
"Ebony." She said. "New in town?" She asked him.
"La."
"Glamorous." Said Ryker sounding impressed and nodding his head in approval.
"If you call enough junkies to fill the Eiffel tower and hobos everywhere glamorous, then hell yeah." Ryker laughed, as did the two girls. He could tell that the others were strong blood witches and he felt comfortable around them.
"So where you heading?" Moira asked Ryker and Ebony.
"Port edge, wanna come?" Ebony asked.
"Sounds like fun." All attention turned to Elsu for an answer. He suddenly felt accepted into a clique which he thought it would take months to become part of.
"Sure." He said and they walked off.
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"Yeah, when I was about four I think. I took a tantrum and everything in the room went flying around." Elsu explained as the other three laughed at his experience. For about the last hour, they had been swapping stories. It turned out that all their parents were from the same coven (although this was just new news to Elsu) and that they had and been passed down a special power. When Ebony and Ryker said that their parents were human, Elsu wondered how it had turned out that they were blood witches. They said it was because of Moira's Mother, Morgan, being so strong and all of them being in a circle had caused something. They weren't too clear on the fact either. Ebony stopped laughing and looked over his shoulder.
"Hey, it's Gideon." She said waving. Elsu turned to see a boy walking towards them. He ran his hand through his hair which made his red highlights even more noticeable.
"Hey all." He said as he approached. He looked at Elsu.
"Gideon."
"Elsu."
"Neat." He said with a straight face. Elsu knew that he was being serious but he just couldn't think of anything to say.
"Hey, Gideon, you'll never guess what." Ebony said excitedly.
"Since I'll never guess you should tell me." He said with a grin on his face. Elsu took an instant liking to this guy. As he had done to them all.
"Elsu's parents were in the original Kithic and he has a gift too." She said, glad to get it out. Elsu got the feeling that it wasn't the best idea to tell her secrets. Although Moira seemed like she was really good friends with her and it was just first impressions.
"Oh, now what would that be?" Gideon asked putting on the most stupid English accent Elsu had ever heard, causing the other three to snigger.
"Telekinesis."
"Your Ailsa Soto's kid, aren't ya?" Elsu nodded. "Welcome to mini Kithic." Elsu raised his eye brow.
"Couldn't think of a better name could you?" He said.
"It's a work in progress."
"For how long."
"I would say about 10 years. We get distracted very easily." He nodded and looked around at his new friends.
A/N: Well, I love writing this story so much, because I think I am going to take Higher Propose off the site and I don't know if I will continue with all because of you. Plus, this is my last Sweep fanfic until I am done with without a trace and Angel. But I will return. I'm sure you will miss me (or at least I know two people will, you know who you are) (if you don't, it's the people who review the most)
