It's head was low as if it was deciphering what I was and if I was a threat. It's tail flicked back and forth. Last time I read that when a cat did that it was either, mad, or it was hunting.
But this was no cat, but a brilliantly white and gray wolf.
This moment reminded me of that time in the woods when I saw that white wolf who told me about Dragolya and Mistory. But her fur was much more white and beautiful than this ones.
It's ears pinned back and I took a shaky step back. It took rapid steps at me snarling and flashing it's teeth, but it was only a bluff because he stopped a few feet in front of me. Good thing too because I wouldn't have moved.
He took a few steps back, still snarling. Without even realizing what I did till it was done I growled back barring my teeth. I shook my head thinking to myself that it was ridiculous, but the wolf backed off.
I grinned thinking I won. The wolf then lifted his head to the sky and howled. His howl was soft and lower than I'd thought he'd howl.
I glanced around expecting more wolves to come out of the woods but none came. The wolf in front of me only stared at me.
My breathing hitched as I spotted an almost identical wolf stalk out of the woods. He looked to the other with his ears up in interest then looked at me and tilted his head.
Both the wolves eyes were an orange color, something about them seemed intelligent. I tilted my head with the wolf. Suddenly, both the wolves' ears perked up and they looked behind them.
A large grey wolf with white around its muzzle and eyes trotted out of the woods. It did not hesitate at my presence nor did it ever lower its head. It's head was held high as it trotted bravely up to me. The other two white wolves bowed their heads in submission at her presence. The grey wolves eyes were such a deep grey they could have been as black as its pupils. My eyes widened when the wolf shifted into a girl. Understatement. She looked maybe in her twenties. The shift was smooth and, if not paying enough attention, almost unnoticeable until I was suddenly facing the feature of a persons face.
She was my height. Her hair was a light brown and looked a bit matted, like her head had been out a moving car window for an hour, a small braid here and there, a brown feather tide to one of them and a white streak of hair over her left ear. She was also dirty. Very dirty.
When she was fully standing she straightened her over sized coat. She grinned at me as a sorry excuse for a smile then she began to circle me slowly. I stood still. She brushed her fingers once through my hair and sniffed it.
Once she was behind me I looked forward and saw a dark brown wolf and a gray-white faced wolf standing there now. They both snarled at me viciously. These wolves must have been werewolves of some kind. I mean, if there are dragons in this world, why go the whole nine yards and put every other mythical creature there is on this strange planet.
The girl looked me up and down with a bored frown on her face.
"Who-" I was cut off by her growling loudly in my face. Her breath smelled of death. Like as Dragolya told me, I didn't submit to her.
"You do not speak, unless I say so." She held her finger up to my face. I narrowed my eyes at her. I didn't like being told what to do. She kept her eyes on me as she spoke. "Harry!" I flinched. The second wolf lifted his head. "How did you come across this one."
The grey/white wolf yipped and made a sound that sounded like it was yawning, it was pretty cute.
The girl nodded, understanding what the wolf said. After a pause she raised her eyebrow and turned to the first white wolf. She turned into form- or shifted- back into a wolf with fur and some kind of other matter that expelled itself from her body as she shifted, and fiercely growled at the cowering white/grey wolf that I met first.
When he did nothing, she attacked him and tore at the scruff of his neck. He whimpered and wined.
I flinched forward, wanting to help, but not knowing what to do. The other two that appeared here earlier, leaped forward and gave me warning growls not interfere.
The other white-ish wolf got angry and attacked the girl and they both began to fight.
The other two wolves had been distracted by the other fight. Without anytime to think about it, I ran over to the wounded wolf while he lay on the ground and squatted down beside him. He scooted away from me and growled weakly. I stopped moving and held out my fist slowly. His growling slowed to just a slight mumble, he hesitated but leaned over to sniff my hand.
His ear flicked to the side and instinct kicked in as I whipped around and blasted an invisible force of power at the dark brown wolf who thought he could sneak up on me.
He flung back and rolled in the dirt. The white faced wolf looked fearful to even approach him. I bared my teeth at her for show. She hopped back and then sprinted into the woods.
I looked back to the white wolf I was with who's ears were perked up in entertainment. He looked up to me trustingly, and I smiled back. I hesitantly reached for his torn neck, he raised his lips and bared his teeth.
"It's okay, I'll heal you." I said calmly and reached again.
He let me touch him this time. I placed my hand on his bloody wound and closed my eyes for concentration. But as I closed my eyes, it was as if time reversed.
I watched in third person as the gray-girl-wolf viciously snarled at the smaller white wolf and pounced on him, tearing at the scruff of his neck. The other white wolf came between them and began to fight with her. The hurt white-ish wolf hit the dirt.
My eyes flashed open. I took my hand off of his neck to see a healed wound. He got up and shook himself.
This same thing happened yesterday before I blacked out. When I healed myself, and my eyes closed, it was like seeing what happened to make that wound.
The other wolves had stopped fighting. The gray wolf had won. The other was limping away. She came towards me snarling. The face of an angry wolf may be one of the scariest things I have ever seen. Her lips curled over her large canine teeth as her ears were pinned against her skull that now seemed even more prominent than before.
She stalked towards me, and for some reason, I couldn't move, I was frozen with fear. She coiled back, ready for a jump. My hands with power as I was ready to defend myself.
I heard something in the woods. Something big. I looked at the gray wolf in front of me, she also heard the noise, as well as the two white-ish ones behind her. The white wolves looked terrified as the smaller wolf stood protectively over the wounded one. I immediately stood, knowing who was coming. I turned to the gray-girl-wolf and turned my eyes to their golden color. I smirked at her. She growled in response.
As Dragolya approached, the gray wolf shifted back into the girl. Dragolya stalked slowly out of the woods, eyes locked on the girl. She made that clicking noise in the back of her throat again and cocked her head side-ways. The girl tried to show no fear and kept her head held high, but you could see the fear in her eyes from a mile away. Her hands twitches uncontrollably. I Mistory stalked out of the woods behind the girl. The girl began to growl while watching the two of them from the corner of her eyes.
I looked between them all, just staring each other down. Mistory or Dragolya would grunt or roar at her, it was as if they were waiting for her to do something. She kept her hands slightly out as if to keep them at bay.
There was a long silence before Dragolya got impatient and stomped her foot hard on the ground and roared at the girl dominantly. The girl pinched her eyes shut and a small scream escaped her mouth as she fell to her knees. She exhaled hard through her mouth and opened her eyes, her expression on her face told me that she was asking herself why she did that and was regretting it.
Dragolya and Mistory turned out of form, they looked relaxed. "Looks like you made some new friends, aye Amber." A humor filled grin played on Dragolyas face.
"Not friends." I assured, glancing at her.
Mistory was staring fiery holes into the girl. "Where's your pack Diane?" Diane slowly turned her head to her, glaring. "Have they finally seen right through you?" She smirked. Diane viciously growled at her, barring her teeth.
"Mistory..." Dragolya sighed walking to me.
"What is it you want from me? I have down nothing." Her voice was foreign, as if she has never seen the outside world.
"We just came to get our..." Dragolya put her hand on my shoulder. "...trainee." I gave her a weird look. That was not what I wanted to be introduced as, trainee? Come on she could do better than that. She just shrugged.
Diane coughed out a laugh. "Your not as tough as you may seem then, dragon."
I lowly growled at her. I was getting use to this, considering I just used it today, I must sound pretty stupid. But seeing out of the corner of my eye, Dragolya having a surprised grin as she looked at me, made me feel better about it.
What Diane said brought me back to remember the dark wolf that I pushed away with my powers. I spun around to see that he was not there anymore. Then I remembered the two white wolves.
I spun back around and ran to the white wolves. The smaller one was still standing over its sibling who was awake but was whimpering. I slowed my steps so that I wouldn't scare them. The smaller one stepped away from the one below him and lowered his head. The injured wolf looked frantic that his sibling had step away, he began to viciously growl at me baring all of his teeth and snapping at me.
"It's okay, it's okay." But it didn't sooth him a bit. His sibling came to his side yipping and put his muzzle into his siblings cheek. The injured wolf calmed down, he looked me up and down with his orange fiery eyes. He yipped at me and motioned to his hurt leg. I placed my hand on his leg and closed my eyes.
After his sibling had been attacked he intervened and attacked the gray wolf. They went at it for a while tearing at each other's throats, leaping at each other, and avoiding getting caught in the legs. I could see myself run to aid the smaller wolf. They fought some more, the white wolf had an advantage and attacked her by her side, but then their attention was caught by me using my power against the dark brown wolf. While his guard was down, the gray wolf went for his leg. He yelped and recoiled away from her.
I could feel the vision fading away. I pushed harder, just so I could stay, to see how far I could go. But instead my mind raced backwards. All that the white wolf had done before I saw him come to the creek flashed through my mind. I clamped down on my mind and suddenly the flashing stopped. It was as if it was paused in front of my eyes. The picture was of a white haired boy sitting on the ground, and a cute white haired boy at that too. I let the picture play through my mind.
He looked frustrated and upset as he broke a twig into multiple pieces and let them drop to the dirt floor. A huge fern was the backdrop. He looked up as if he sensed something coming and quickly stood. Diane came into view, marching toward him angrily.
She stopped only a few inches from his face, with quick movements she drew out a knife with an antler handle and shoved the handle under his chin, making him expose his neck. "This is your last warning, if you try anything like that again, you will be exiled." She released him but cut his collar in the process. She stomped off and he looked to the ground in humility.
My eyes and head began to burn and pulled away as the picture faded to black and then to red and orange as I opened my eyes. I gasped and glanced around till my visual totally cleared. My eyes focused on the cute boy from my vision. He looked me up and down like I was sick.
I looked at him up and down as well, this was the white wolf I was healing. He was wearing the same clothes from in my vision, but dirtier.
He sat up and moved his no-longer-hurt arm around. "Thank you." His surprisingly mature voice said as he stroked his skin. He was pale, like he's never met the sun all of his life. His hair was almost as white, and I didn't see any signs of it being dyed.
Dragolya pulled me up by my forearm to my feet. She spun me around to face her, her face looked confused. "What did you do?"
"I-"
I was cut off by Diane yelling. "Datch!" She stomped over to the boy and the younger white wolf, who stood and was alert to her orders. "Datch drewn patroon!" She yelled at them and pointed towards the woods.
The boy narrowed his eyes at her then shifted back into a wolf. The other wolf and himself ran back into the woods.
Diane turned to us and glared at each of us individually.
Mistory put her hand to her heart and pretended to be hurt by the glare.
Dianes expression softened to a sarcastic sass mouth. "See you at the gathering." She smirked and leaped into wolf form and ran off.
Once she was out of view Dragolya mimicked her, saying in a high pitch voice, "See you at the gathering, me me me." She said bobbing her head side to side. Mistory snickered.
At first impression, Dragolya and Mistory were pretty intimidating, rock hard, careless people. But If you got to hang around them, you find out that they're really immature, and just children who like to misbehave. This might get on my nerves.
Dragolya turned to me again. "Okay, what happened to you when you healed that wolf?"
I cleared my throat. "Well, I saw...something."
Dragolya groaned loudly and wiped her head back. "Dude! Don't be so dramatic! Just go on, please!"
I was taken aback by her rude out burst, but continued anyway. "... Uh, okay. Whenever I closed my eyes while I healed them-"
"Them?" Mistory asked in the middle of my sentence.
I glared at her. "Yes, I healed the younger wolf first, keep up." I sighed. "Anyway, whenever I closed my eyes... It was like I went back in time, but like in third person, and I would re-watch what happened to the person I'm healing till I saw what cause the wound."
Dragolya had a look of questioning on her face. "Okay, I'm over five hundred years old and I've never heard of this before."
"No no, Dragolya," Mistory corrected her. "Remember that lady, the one with uh..." She snapped her fingers next to her head. "She was elderly, the whores of the village kept accusing her of witch craft."
Dragolya pointed at her knowingly. "Right! I remember," she changed her voice to make it sound englishly narrative. "At the slightest touch, she could see in your past." She dramatically whispered the last part.
"Well if your so skeptical, let me show you." I challenged.
Dragolya raised her eyebrows, realizing it was a challenge. "Well, if you haven't noticed," she spread out her arms. "We heal ourselves, your not going to find a scratch on us."
As I examined her exposed skin that she presented to me, as my eyes moved to her neck I noticed the slightest white mark coming from her shoulder. "What about a scar?"
Dragolya furrowed her brows and followed my eyes to her shoulder. She pulled down her shirt over her shoulder, exposing a long thick white scar. "But this is my best one." She kid. "Okay, show me." She said nodding to me.
I walked up to her and attempted to touch the scar, but I was shocked even before I could touch her. I recoiled with a, "Ow!" And gave her a shocked look.
"That happens." Is all she said.
I tried again and put my hand on her shoulder. Her scars memories instantly came as my eyes closed.
It was dark, and it was silent. Then I heard chains clinking. An old and heavy door creaked open, flooding in light. I was in a room, and it was small and almost narrow. The light revealed a figure sitting on the floor in brown rags. He had crazy black curly hair that hung past his ears. He was well built, and dirty. As he looked up I saw that he had dark brown eyes and a smooth and square-ish jaw. Chains were around his wrists and ankles.
A guards shadow came into view, he walked in, the metal he wore was clicking with every step. "Now don't you try anything..." His gargling voice said.
Another shadow came into view through the door, looking female, but I couldn't see the face. In fact the rest of the body was covered in shadow. "Hold on, we have another for you." A firm female voice said.
"Eh?" Said the guard turning around.
The voice pushed a girl into view, and then the voice walked away, clinking with every step.
The girl fell to her knees and had her head down. The guard grabbed her arm and shoved her against the stone wall. The chained boy lashed out at him to the extent of the chains and growled. The guard turned to him and yelled, "shut up!"
The girl lifted her head. It was Dragolya, still not looking a day over 16, she had a smug grin on her face.
The guard looked irritated. "What are you smiling about?"
Dragolya shrugged smartly. "I've just never met such a man who's so in charge, who can take charge. Someone as... Masculine as you." She cocked her head to the side with a smile and small hint of evil in her eyes.
The guard fidgeted and straightened his shoulders, probably excepting the "compliment". He cleared his throat. "Stop this nonsense witch!" He brought out a large thick stick and tapped it on his free hand. "Now, what game should we play today?" He mocked with a sickening smile.
"Well I like 20 questions." Dragolya blurted out, breaking the evil mood.
The guard furrowed his brows. "What?"
"Ooh! We could play checkers?" She turned to the boy. "You like checkers right?" She looked back to the guard. "You want to play winner or loser?"
The guard looked confused. "What? No! You listen here witch! Your not here to play silly games!"
"But you said we were going to play a game..." Dragolya pressed.
"You know what I will do to you?" He angrily yelled her.
"Unbind my hands?" She asked.
"No? For what do you take me? A fool!"
She shrugged. "Well considering you haven't notice that my hands aren't actually bound... I was just guessing."
He furrowed his brows once again.
Dragolya brought her hands out from behind her back revealing her untied hands.
"What?" The enraged guard yelled. "How did you-Witch!" He pulled out a knife and stepped towards her. He swung it at her, but she ducked and spun around and kicked him in the throat. He made a choking sound and fell back onto the floor.
She brushed the hair from her face and hurried over to the boy against the wall. "Hey there sunshine, miss me?" She said squatting down in front of him.
"There's never a day when I don't." He laughed. She reached down to undo his cuffs. "Careful, these are magic bound cuffs." She pulled out a skeleton key. He nodded, liking her thieving skills.
She had undone one cuff when the guard got up and lunged at her. She only had enough time to spin around when he stabbed her shoulder.
Her face was in shock at first as she cried out. He was still right in her face as it hardened into a mad glare and her eyes turned red.
"Bloody devil!" Yelled the guard. He backed away as Dragolya ripped out the knife with another cry. She stood and an evil grin played on her face. With an almost invisible movement, she threw the dagger straight into his heart. There was a metal cling. He fell face forward, dead. Strangely, an arrow was in his back as well.
Behind him in the door way stood the same shadowy female figure who brought Dragolya in. She was holding up what looked like a bow.
Dragolya smiled. "Whoa! Wat je vlammetje hersenen. Perfecte timing!"
Mistory stepped out of the shadows and nodded. "Dank je, sparks."
The boy had already gotten the other cuffs off and stood. Dragolya turned and hugged him, he hugged her back. They stayed this way for a while till they parted.
"Come on let's get you out of here." Dragolya said as they all bolted out the door.
The light grew brighter till all I saw was red and orange. I opened my eyes to see an amused Dragolya.
"You okay? What did you see?" Mistory asked coming into view.
I took my hand off of Dragoly's shoulder and pulled some of my hair behind my ear. That was the biggest vision I've ever had so far, an with no headaches. This made me wonder, how far could my powers go?
I looked at Dragolya, trying to find any pain of the memory, if she even remembered where it came from. "I saw a small dungeon-like room, with a boy chained to the wall," As I spoke, I could see reality hitting her eyes. She did remember. "And you and Mistory came in to save him, but you two were pretending to be a guard and prisoner, and after you attacked the guard and tried to un-cuff the boy, you were stabbed in the shoulder by the guard."
Dragolya, who had been leaning forward, leaned back in astonishment. "Whoa, first hand." She smiled and nodded her head.
"I didn't know you guys could speak a different language?" I said looking between them.
"Dutch." They smiled at each other, obviously proud of what they could do. "We can speak quite a bit of languages." Mistory said.
"And the boy, who was he?" I asked.
Mistory grew a smug grin as she turned her head to Dragolya and crossed her arms. "Tell us Sparks, who is this boy?"
Dragolya glared at Mistory. "A friend..." Her voice grew higher as she spoke. I suspected she was lying.
I bursted out with the girly voice I never got to use with friends gushing at boys or clothes in the mall. "Ooh! You gotta boyfriend?" I think I went to far because they looked at me like a strange growth had rapidly grown on my face. I shrunk back.
Dragolya nervously scoffed. "No. I mean, he's, he's... Just..." She stumbled over her words as she looked for an explanation. "... He's more like a brother, really." She concluded.
"Eww!" Mistory said with a look of disgust on her face. "But you don't kiss brothers... On the mouth!"
Wow, this was some new and juicy news. Oh my gosh... Did I just think the word 'juicy'. I mentally cringed.
Dragolya's mouth became O shape. "I did not!" Dragolya's voice became British.
"So your saying you've neva fancied him?" Mistory also grew the accent.
"I'm not saying that I have not fancied him I'm saying I've never kiss him...on the mouth."
Mistory pointed accusingly. "So! You have kissed him!"
"This is unreasonable to even be conversing about!"
"It's reasonably so!" Mistory argued.
There words became to mangled for my brain to comprehend. "Whoa! You guys! 21st century here!" They both relaxed their positions and turned to look at me. "Now, what's this boy's name?"
"Hex." Dragolya sighed out, obviously missing him. "But his full name is, Hexacious." She said louder, becoming more comfortable with the subject.
"Hexacious?" I laughed. "That's his name?"
Dragolya's eyes turned a deep red as she stared me down.
"I mean it's not a bad name, I just..." I mumbled out as I shrunk back.
Dragolya's eyes went back to hazel and blue, which is weird because the other one was brown before not hazel, and she sighed.
After a few seconds of awkward silence reminded me of something as I looked around. "Shoot!" I blurted out. "My mom must be sending a search party by now! Oh my gosh why didn't Ira e sooner!" I yelled holding my hands behind my back. I turned towards them frantically. "You guys need to take me to my house! I mean, could you please take me, or, fly me to my house?"
"Whoa!" Mistory said raising her hands up and waving them around. "Okay! Don't freak out, we will."
"You two... Distracting me with meat, that I don't even like by the way, and then bringing me out here to practice...distracting me to not think about what day it is or my house, or my mom! Because of you two bad this are happening!" I was boiling with confusion and anger. They have kept me out here on purpose, keeping me from thinking about my mom. Trying to get me to amp up my powers, and for what? They're using me I bet!
"Dude," Dragolya said. "What are you talking about?"
Mistory crossed her arms. "Did Aunt flow come and visit?" She said in a baby voice.
I shook my head. "No!"
"Then what's your problem?" She asked.
They were con-women, I couldn't trust them anymore. After seeing that vision of them being all... Well, being con artists.
I just glared at them, glaring daggers right into their faces. "I want to go home..."
Dragolya sighed. "All right." She and Mistory walked back to have room to turn into form. I heard Dragolya whisper to Mistory, "Probably just a faze... She'll get over it."
I growled to myself, but it wasn't quite to myself because before she turned into form Dragolya glared at me.
I turned into form and climbed onto Mistory's back this time and we flew to my house. After a cautious soar over the road, we landed in the woods next to my house.
I hoped off her back and waved goodbye without making any eye contact.
As I approached my house I peeked inside the front door window. There was no movement, and no one within my sight line. I looked back at the driveway. Her car was still there.
I've gotta face this anyway, it's not like I should, or could, hide away from my mom forever.
I slowly opened the creaking door and stepped inside. I stepped carefully through the living room and into the kitchen. The smell of potatoes overpowered the house. When I entered the kitchen, it looked like a potato murder in there, there were potato skins all over the counter, as if they all have been eaten out of on a cutting board. Two potato bags stuck out of the garbage bin. I could smell more potatoes in the oven behind me.
Did my mom have a party while I was gone? What was with all this food? Or, I guess it was just all potatoes.
"Amber?" I heard my moms voice behind me.
I flinched, but didn't turn around yet. I could only picture her face, full of worry, sadness, but also the tears that were probably welling up at the sight of me. But I was afraid of that destrot face giving me a lecture as well. I had to come up with an excuse...
I turned around with a cringing face, expecting the worst.
She was not upset, but seemed strangely happy. "What? Why do you look guilty?" She joked twirling her finger at me, she was even laughing.
My face dropped from cringing to horrified confusion. Why is she acting like this? I've been gone for almost two days, and she's acting as if I had never left. "Mom." I said trying to get her back to reality.
"Oh I'm sorry honey, I'm embarrassing you." She giggled again.
I slowly shook my head. "Mom, I've been gone. Doesn't that bother you."
"It gets lonely sometimes, but as long as your getting an education." She said, still cheerful.
Oh my gosh. She thought I've been at school this entire time...but it's the weekend. She went do the dishes, that were filled with clean and un-used plates, cups and pans.
I stepped toward her, really concerned at this point. "Mommy, it's Sunday today..."
She stopped and looked at the cabinets in thought. "No, it's Monday sweetie."
"But I was gone yesterday..."
She looked at me and nodded. "Ya, today's Tuesday, and yesterday was Monday." She said master-of-factly, and went back to scrubbing the dishes.
I shook my head. What was wrong with her? "Mom? Are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah, why?" She said with concern on her face. She began to smile again. "Oh, it's because I'm not wearing makeup today sweetie."
I nodded slowly. "Right."
"Is there something wrong sweetie? Your acting strange..." I almost laughed, considering how ironic that question was when I wanted to ask the same thing.
I paused for awhile, just staring at her face. And her green eyes, that now seemed empty and off in space. I must have had my dads brown eyes. Why would he leave this beautiful woman, who is my mom, like that? My mom has told me that he was a drunk, and that he never really cared... I think now, how stupid he must have been.
I rapidly blinked to snap myself out of staring at her. "Nope." I replied simply. She nodded and went back to doing her 'dishes'. I sighed and began to go up stairs when my mom poked her head out of the kitchen.
"I'm making baked potatoes for dinner! They'll be ready pretty soon!"
I hurried up the stairs to my room. And closed the door behind me. I ran to my bed and did a face plant. What was wrong with my mom? Did she seriously think that I was at school, even when I didn't come home last night? Was she high, or taking some weird drugs?
I flipped over and sighed. There had to be answers. I could here my mom still doing dishes. Maybe I could sneak back into her room an find those answers that I needed.
I got up to go to my door when I spotted something on my bed frame. Someone had carved something into it. I went closer to it. It was a simple crosshatch in a diamond shape with a circle around it.
I sat back on my bed and looked at it from upside down. I stroked the wood chips that stuck out from the carved angle of what ever someone used to carve this. Who ever had our house before us must have done this, whatever it was.
I took my finger off of the carving and laid back down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. If I have powers, I may as well use them. I used my finger to create vines across my ceiling. As the vines began to grow, they grew bigger when I didn't want them to and even when I put my hand down they kept moving. I watched as the green fairytale like vines twisted half way across my ceiling before they stopped. The leaves were a bright green and heart shaped. White flower buds sprouted from the vine and its arms. I sat up as I realized what shape it had taken. The vines had created a circle with the smaller arms creeping into the center, as the smaller vines touched a large white and pink flower emerged and bloomed in the center of the circle. I reached up and touched it's soft petals.
The petals opened even more and began to make sounds, the kind you would hear in the background of a recording. There was shuffling in the background of this noise, so I leaned in to hear better.
"Okay..." A mans voice came through the flower like a recent recording. I sat back and looked around just to be sure no one else was in my room with me.
The voice of the man continued. "Uh, Amber..." It said my name! It sounded so familiar too. "It's your father...um," I gasped, my dad. I scrambled to the ground to find my jeans that were at the base of my bed. "If you are listening to this there may be two reasons..." His voice continued. I grabbed the wedding picture I had shoved into my pocket the other day and jumped back into the bed. "You either came by this by mistake, and you are sitting on your bed with a blank look on your face. Or, you have found who you really are and have been in search of me." He paused. "You are such a beautiful and talented girl... You could make anyone smile, and you brought joy wherever you went. Your power is greater than you think, Amber. I wish I wouldn't have to leave you, but your mother won you over."
I looked down at the picture of him. I almost got emotional.
"Your mother, she is not well... I did think of the consequences of course, and it took a couple meetings with the council, but I just loved her so much... now I have ruined her, she couldn't take it anymore, I was driving her mad." This must be why she was acting weird, dad drove her mad. But, she was never like this in Seattle. "Now," He sounded urgent, so I leaned forward. "I will be moving around a lot, but I will tell you where I will be going after I leave today..." I leaned closer. "There's a place, a place over in the Rocky Mountains near Nehalem. They are called, the Barber tribe. They are men and women who share the same likeness as you and I, but they do not live the same as we do. I have old friends there. I will spend time there before I move again... Your mothers coming... Amber remember, I love you..."
This time a tear escaped my eye. He wasn't who I thought he was at all, he sounded kind and gentle.
Which means my mom had been lying to me...
The recording sound went away and the flower closed.
I gasped and reached out to the flower, "No!" But the flowers and vines started to recede back. I lunged out my hand to stop them with my magic, but it wouldn't stop. I traced the vine to where it had began. Smaller vines connected like spider webs around the circle encasing the hatched marks on my bed frame. I took a lunge at my dresser and grabbed my phone, got the camera on, and snapped a quick picture of the sign on my bed from my father when the vines were around it. I was content with the picture and watched as the vines receded into the sign carved at the end of my bed.
My father just spoke to me, and he cared! I had just heard his voice, and he said he loved me!
I realize now, my father was not the problem.
My mom had gone mad.
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General Fiction*Completed* Book 1 Recently moved to the town of Concrete, Washington, Amber Schwits is only focused on making the friends she's never had. She's tried to ignore the strange occurring visions and her strange connection with nature, but all seem to f...
