Patrick stands in front of her. The tangled frons from the trees in the forest create eerie patterns that reflect on Hopes face. Her eyes wide as Patrick closes his eyes in concentration. Hope had not only found out she was an Ambrosia with half magical parents, but was told promptly by Patrick she needed to learn some magical defences. Starting with making a portal. His hands hover over the damp earth and the crumpled leaves that form the forests undergrowth. His eyes squeeze shut in concentration. The leaves beneath his hands rustle. They seem to quiver under his power.... Then altogether they lift off the ground, hovering. Hope gasps, and her eyes widen further. Patrick ignores Hope and continues. His invisible power source extends from his hands, wrapping and intwining with the leaves and pieces of damp earth, lifting them higher above the ground so they are chin level with Hope. They hover in an instant and are then crushed, the invisible power becoming stronger, compacting the undergrowth, grounding it. Pure elements. It finally clicked with Hope and all Patricks rambling fell into place as the noise in her mind lessened for one moment. Pure elements were needed to make a portal. The pure elements now churn in front of her, thickening each second until it became a thick circle of liquid. The liquid starts changing colour from a murky brown to a sickly yellow to a green then a teal finally to a clear blue pool. The liquid hovered in mid air, rippling and now glowing brightly. As Hope peers into the pool the portal reflects Hopes bright green eyes that sparkle with anticipation. It was exactly like the portal that she had entered to travel to Carita, the dimension where Abella lived. Hopes long hair was plastered to her face and she pushes it out of her face. She stares wide eyed at Patrick, truly believing him. The pool shimmers and when she stares at it, still suspended in mid air, she can see her reflection. Patrick stands on the other side. She knows she should be able to see his face through the clear blue but there is nothing apart from her reflection and the abyss of blue. Patrick was the first one to speak, snapping Hope out of her trance.
"Your powers will enable you to do this... In time."Her eyes were still fixed to the surging pool when her phone buzzes in her pocket making her jump. She pulls out her iphone five to read the short and sweet message from Aiden:
Party time. Party at my place. Pick you up at 7:00. The theme is Date Night.
Casting a glance at Patrick she quickly tells him about her plans with Aiden.
"Will I be able to contact you later? I know we still have to talk about imst Projection."
She says quickly. She may somewhat believe that Patrick was her fathers friend, but he still needed to earn her trust."Sure, here's my number." He says, passing over his shiny phone and Hope raises an eyebrow but he just shrugs. She quickly types down his number and hands it back, already walking towards the forest path with a million questions twirling in her mind.
Is it a date with Aiden again?
What should I wear?
Does date night include us being together- together?
But all Hope was sure about was that this night was one she would remember forever and her and Aiden would finally have a chance to let their hair loose.
Soon Hope would discover she would never forget this night. Innocent blood will be spilt.
*****
On her way home Hope sends Amber and Em the text from Aiden. Surely they could come too she thought. When Hope got her mum greeted her at the door.
"Hey babe. I let Amber and Em in your room. I heard you guys have a nice night planned. And you have a date with Aiden." She practically sang.
"It's not even a date mum." She complained but she was glad for the distraction for her mum and couldn't help the small smile that crept onto her face.
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Blind
Science FictionWhat if death is a reasonable escape? What happens when the one you trust betrays you? What happens when your fathers murderer is out to get you? What happens when you are not altogether human?.... She knows what it's like. Hope Thompson. Her li...