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Gleam And Glow
Zell closed the front door, and hung her jacket on the coat rack. Walking into the kitchen, she was startled to find both of her parents awake, staring blankly at her. "Zellie! Back so soon?" Mrs. Corona smiled, but there was something else behind it. Zell couldn't put her finger on it. "Yeah um, I went out with Jack..." She replied, noticing her father's eyes widening. "Jack? Who is he?!" Mr. Corona said, a concerned expression on his face. "He's the boy who protected her from that bully yesterday. Remember, dear?" Mrs. Corona said quickly, earning a grateful glance from Zell. However, his face remained firm. "And I assume he's the one that caused the fight, too?"
Zell frowned. "Not necessarily. He was only defending me." She replied hastily. Mr. Corona folded his arms. "I wonder what drove him to do that." He stared off into the distance for a moment, deep in thought. Mrs. Corona raised her eyebrows. "What are you saying, dear?"
"Nothing, really. I just wonder if he thinks he has some sort of "claim" on you." He said, relaxing and shrugging his shoulders.
"He doesn't." Zell spoke quickly, turning toward the stairs. She heard a sigh behind her, coming from Mr. Corona. "Alright. I just want you to be safe, that's all. But I do expect to meet this "Jack" person eventually."
Zell nodded, before climbing the stairs. "Sure thing."
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Zell sat down on her bed, the mattress dipping slightly under her weight. Pascal instantly climbed up onto her shoulder, and curled into a tight ball.
Zell giggled as she clicked on her phone. Opening iTunes, she shuffled her favorite playlist and turned her volume up. The first song that played was a Lindsey Stirling piece, which instantly turned her brain on.
Her sketch pad and pencils were next to her bed, so she didn't have to reach far to grab them. Flipping to a blank page, she began to draw.
The music filled her ears and flowed out through her hands, fueling her creativity. The pencil danced across the page effortlessly, forming the basic shape of a bird.
She carefully sketched out the beak, slightly open. The wings spread wide apart with each individual feather blending together.
The rounded body was just beginning to come alive, when the song ended and another track started to play. It had a haunting melody, one she had never heard before. It seemed to belong to a genre completely its own, unlike anything she had ever heard.
Flower, gleam and glow,
As soon as the words started, she gasped.
Let your power shine.
The words where echoing in her ears, like she had known them her whole life.
Make the clock reverse,
Every bone in her body was screaming out the lyrics, but she had never even heard this song before…
Bring back what once was mine…
… Had she?
Heal what has been hurt,
Her hands began to move on their own, as the song continued.
Change The Fates' design,
All she could hear was the haunting melody, the sweetly sickening lyrics seeping into her soul.
Save what has been lost,
Her eyes closed, the world dissolving into oblivion.
Bring back what once was mine…
The pencil whipped back and forth across the page, the image complete.
What once was mine.
Opening her eyes, she gasped at the sight before her. The marks on her body and her hair where glowing again, a bright gold. The heavy scent of a garden hung in the air, and when she looked down, she knew why. In a circle all around her bed, was a ring of flowers. Roses, Daisies, Tulips, Lilies, and Daffodils. They seemed to have come up through the floorboards, as the carpet that once surrounded her bed was torn up. Was the living room covered in dirt and leaves?! She thought with horror. How would she explain THAT to her parents? Forget glowing tattoos and magic hair. Vines coming up through the floor would be impossible to explain.
She would have dwelt on that thought further, if she hadn't looked down at her sketch pad. Because instead of the bird she had drawn before, a different picture had been drawn over it.
A flower.
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