The third chapter's longer, I promise.
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CHAPTER 2
It wasn't easy at all to control my abilities as a child, and to channel my feelings my father had started me rather early on the cello. My mother insisted that I follow in not only my father's footsteps, but hers as well. She enrolled me in dance classes about an hour north of our home, dance classes where I could find others like me…
"Mummy, what if they don't like me?" A little Audrey asked.
"That's such nonsense, Audrey. You're no different from the other girls." said Airleas, walking with her daughter.
"But mum, they're all green. I'm not." Audrey replied, stating the obvious.
Airleas laughed. "Audrey, there aren't only banshees in the class, there are some veela as well. You wont be the only non-green creature."
"I'll be the only one who moves dirt." said the little girl, a bit wise beyond her two years.
"Uniqueness is never a bad thing, my dear." Airleas replied.
Being that the classes were taught by a banshee, our lessons were primarily what is known by wizards as Irish step dancing. The common lore was that Irish wizards and witches invented the dance during the early nineteenth century. However, the ten banshee colonies of Ireland have been step dancing for centuries.
When we weren't step dancing, we were taught modern dance and ballet. Though our teacher Darcy favored step.
Though dancing and music helped tremendously, I slipped up on numerous occasions. I once accidentally blew the ground out of our yard when I fell and broke my leg at the age of three. I blew our yard up again when my dog, Jackson passed away four years after.
I was never fully aware of what danger I could possibly be in to show my powers as a young, naïve child. I only later knew when I first attended school.