By Libra's Scales

Prologue

She wasn't sure what she did. All she knew was that she changed something. Her vision went gold when she called out to the mana. She'd never been able to call to the mana before. In fact she was years behind as a magi; her little brother was already calling shades of green around him.

She blinked the mana out of her eyes. Her father stared at her, his mouth open.

"Is that... good?" She asked her papa. He didn't answer. "Papa, you're scaring me!"

Solomon Modeus blinked, inhaling deeply. "How did you-?"

Her mother, Tabitha Modeus, grabbed the girl's face. Her mother's eyes scanned every inch of the girl. After a while, Tabitha shot a worried glance at Solomon.

Slipping from her mother's grasp, she asked: "Why are you guys acting like that? Your'e freaking me out!"

Papa spoke up. "I- We need to go to the doctor."

"I feel fine!" she protested. "Is there something wrong with my eyes?"

As far as she knew, mana wasn't supposed to come from her eyes. Now that she thought about it, her vision was off. As her papa opened the door, she didn't hear the door open for a few seconds. It was delayed. Or was she seeing slightly ahead in the future.

She knew what that meant. It was okay to see a few seconds into the future if she was a precognitive, or someone who could see a few seconds in the future. Her grandma was a clairvoyant, meaning she could see farther into the future, up to years into it.

Papa led her to the car, where she asked several more questions.

"Is something wrong with me?"

Papa shook his head. "I don't know."

"Why am I going to the hospital?"

He didn't answer her. At least not the question she asked. "Do you pay attention to what they teach you in church? About the gods?"

"Yeah," she admitted. "They tell us that the creator gods made the universe. There are the ones who gave humanity the gift of mana."

"Do you remember what they told you about the goddess of the Scales?"

She nodded. Libra was the goddess in charge of keeping reality in check. She was one of the old gods and the first children of the creator gods.

"Yeah," she said. Then she asked, "Why?"

"Sometimes gods and goddesses... leave the heavens. They find bodies to live a life in, though they usually come to us to fulfill a purpose."

"Oh... kay?"

Solomon saw that his daughter's eleven year old brain wasn't catching on. They arrived at the hospital, and he was finding a parking space. "Listen, pumpkin. I know this is a lot, but you need to know that before you go in for this exam." When he parked the car, shut it off. He turned to her, as she turned to him. "One of the gods has chosen your body to live in. That's why I'm taking you to the hospital."

Her heart skipped a beat. A god.... Chose her body.

"When you called upon the mana earlier, your body acted as a conduit for her energy. She entered you and told us some things."

"What did she tell you? And what goddess?"

"The goddess... told us that she had a task to complete. One that only your body could withstand. Something about how you are a clairvoyant with gifts far beyond any others born before you."

They sat in silence. Her mother had been a vessel for a goddess too. The famous Clairvoyant Amelia Modeus had brought an end to the second world war thanks to the goddess Libra.

"The goddess who is inside me is it..."

"Yes." Solomon nodded. "It is the goddess of the Scales. Libra, the Balancer of Fate."