SPRINGBOUND SUMMER COUR

You Can Call Me

Shifting way, way, far from the two main boys and their quarrels, whereas you have to trace your finger up the coast of Eagleland to even find your way to it, lies a small town on the coast of it all, a not-so-brilliantly-populated. inconsiderably bland town from the likes of writing, but still a town nonetheless; a town named Snow-Man. Though, in all honesty, that name was a bit of a lie at the current situation at hand.

For this town, unlike that of Podunk or Merrysville that had only recently been taken over by the likes of the Starmen Army, had been under their control for a long time. It's said that with every psychic child born there, a new member of Youngsville off the ridges of Snow-Man's formerly snow-covered wastes gets a new visitor. If you were smart enough, and hid your abilities, you still, eventually, will be found out. Though, with little Ana Whittier, it was another problem altogether.

Ana Whittier was this tall, slender girl with blonde unruly hair kept in two bunches, tied with pink frilly hair ties with blank blue eyes that people rumor is able to see into a person's soul, and read their entire facade on the outside and the truths that lied on the inside. She, much like what it was implied, was one of those psychic children that the Starmen are lenient on finding, capturing, and sucking the psychic essence out of. However, with Ana it was different, her abilities were supposedly too strong to be used for psychic battery usage, so they took over her house instead, to use and basically imprison her inside her own house.

In the confines of her inviolable church, the one grandiose object that stood high amongst the mountain sides and isolated one its own little hill, the Starmen had basically taken the divinity that the church once stood for and devoured it, casted it aside into the hands of numerous different miscreant wrong doers. The former hillside, decorated with snow and a few snowmen here and there, fell over time into a grassy plain full of dead grass that had to be cut with a machete, and on top of the church lied a satellite that was pointed straight upwards, strange as Snow-man is not anywhere on the equator but was that really the biggest of worries at hand? The formerly slightly-dusty-yet-still-quite-shiny rosewood floors were splintered here and there as wires broke up through the rafters to circle amongst the tower and connect itself into where the bell once rested, the old hunk of metal finding its vacation days used up at a much better city down the coast in some weird island city called Fiverent. Good for it.

Though, inside the wreckage of her church and home which grew warmer as the snow continued to melt from the forced summer on the land, she found solace in continuing her job. While the Starmen do overlook where she goes to see if she runs away or not, she visits the warming up town and tells the villagers and children of their futures. It was a gift that she had since she was younger, a gift that many people don't even know themselves. The visions themselves function like that of an echo, mixed with telepathy and the functions of a radio. If she focuses hard enough, her mind will connect to theirs and it will bounce back a signal that will read their destinies. It was the only way they really got any money, not like anyone visits the church for actual religious purposes anymore.

This ability of hers was something else, even before the Starmen took over. Not a lot of psychic children were born under the same number of planets as she was, so you could hardly find a psychic capable of clairvoyance, though yes in history there were talks about adult psychics with clairvoyance that went on to become detectives and fortune-tellers, but this was something Ana didn't want to dote on too much. She didn't like her powers, she felt more like the Starmen than she really did a human being. With how they treated her abilities, they already were. Everyday they would force her to use this ability to look into the distant or close future to ensure that their plot, which she didn't know or care to understand, would unfold without interference, like that of a fortune telling machine that you would find at a carnival, not that she also cared or knew what that was. Rarely did they return the signal, or even pay her for it. Her father was always begging the townsfolk.