I've known ever since I was young that I wasn't like the other kids. Maybe I realized it the day I met the ogre. Or maybe it was when I started getting the cold feeling of someone watching me everywhere I went. It also could have been when I began speaking Latin in front of my mom after she mentioned the Latin philosopher Francis Bacon.... I can't be sure.
Since that fateful day when I was five, I've been able to see things. No, not just that; I've been able to feel things, do things, hear things, and say things much differently than anyone else around me. It's almost like when I woke up in the morning I suddenly had these bizarre abilities.
I was able to hear the bus 30 minutes before it arrived to pick me up. I could feel my mom's heartbeat from across the room. I wanted to be on top of the fence two seconds before I was suddenly teetering precariously on it.
The biggest change for me was when I began seeing them. The creatures in the streets, spirits floating in the air, hybrids sleeping in the trees...they were everywhere. The worst part was that no one but me could see them. I tried telling my parents. I tried telling my friends. I even tried telling my teacher.
As the years went by I continued being viewed as a weirdo, a freak, insane. People asked if I was okay, but I didn't know. When even more people started giving me odd looks I decided to keep my mouth shut. Ever since then I've learned to just accept the existence of these nonhuman creatures. If what the ogre said about there being "others" is true, I have yet to hear anything of their existence. Maybe I really am the only one; that or I'm just as oblivious as I was before.
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When Blackbirds Fly
AdventureA fourteen-year-old girl by the name of Merle Raven gets called on by fate to join three other teenagers her age on a quest to find the lost Seer Masters.
