Destined

Chapter 1

For most of my life I grew up here in this village. People know me mostly because of my white hair and bright yellow eyes. What else? Oh ya I have no magic! Kind of lame since everyone else can use it. From what I heard from my Uncle, everyone is born with one magic type. No more, no less. I don't know why I don't have any magic.

"Foster!" shouts my uncle downstairs. "Go get some lumber for the fireplace. We are running out!"

"Alright!" I shout back. "Let me finish writing my journal!"

I finish the last sentence and hurry down stairs. I put on my coat and rushed past my uncle to outside. He has white hair like me but has gray eyes. I look up at the sky, it is cloudy. It's snowing heavily, I have to hurry. I run down the street and reach the store at the end.

I walk in shouting, "I need some of that wood sir!"

"Well look who it is," says a familiar voice from behind.

I turn around to see my best friend Ralf. Ya, Ralf with a "f" not a "ph". I met him at a young age and have been inseparable. He's the same age as me, has orange hair with brown eyes, and never got to know his parents since he was left at the doorsteps of the lumber store. Since then, he has been working here for the owner. But, because he's an orphan, he has always been shy to people he doesn't know.

"Looks like you put on some weight if you know what I'm saying," he says winking.

"Was that supposed to be a joke?" I said, smiling as we fist bump. I forgot to mention, he is also terrible at jokes.

"You know what? Forget about it. Anyways, why are you here?"

"I'm just here to get some wood," I said as I'm given the wood and paid the owner. "Want to come hang out?"

"Sure, I just finished my work." He puts on a coat and leaves with me.

While we walk to my home, we catch up on some things, laughing and smiling since the snow has prevented us from seeing each other too much.

"What are you guys up to now?" says a voice. We turn our heads to the left to see Glenn smiling and waving at us. She is also a friend of ours we met at a young age. She lives with her parents although I've never seen them and is a year younger than me. She has brown hair and blue eyes. Ever since then, we three have stuck together and have been called "the golden trio" by the village.

"What do you have there?" says Glenn.

"He just has some wood," replies Ralf.

"Ya," I said smiling while fist bumping her as well. "I ran out of wood back home and my uncle sent me to get some."

"Cool, cool," says Glenn. "You guys seem cold. I'll go with you two." Just as she got near us, the cold went away. I wonder why.

"You really don't have to," I said.

"Well I want to and you ain't changing my mind."

"Whatever you say."

We arrived at my house. Uncle notices us immediately and gets us blankets. I don't know what I would do without my Uncle. He's always there for me. The closest thing to being a father for me. Glenn, Ralf, and I stand near the fireplace and talk like there's no tomorrow. With Ralf's awful jokes and Glenn's cheerful personality there was no other place I would rather be. We run out of things to say and slowly go to sleep. Yep, definitely no place I would rather be in.