Power

Blessings

The woman stares at me blankly.

"Wha-...How...Why..." She rambles. She sounds like a little child who is unable to even start a sentence correctly.

Thank the heavens, Brielle speaks up. "It is possible, even though it's hard to believe. The rest of us saw it through that window over there." She points.

The confused clerk looks around the cramped room at the seven others that are nodding in agreement with Brielle. 

"So then one of you has to leave- right?" She questions, mostly asking Brielle, who seems to speak up for the entirety of the group.

With sorrow in her voice,"Yes." 

"Cliff, since you were #8, I'm afraid you're going to have to leave the Elders. We thank you for joining and providing your services with us. Thank you." 

A tall, very muscular man, rises from a swivel chair. He has a large tattoo on his shoulder, his hair is buzzed close to his head, and there is a small scar from his ear to the middle of his cheek. His eyes seem angry, filled with rage and fire, but he remains calm like an early morning breeze.

"Thank you for having me." 

He seems on edge, but shakes hands with the seven others around the room, then heads for the door. He leaves calmly, but slams the door after he has steppe out, making everyone jump in their seats. The uneasy looks on the Elders faces' tell me he wasn't usually like that.

"Well...Welcome to the Elders, Kamryn." Brielle said, trying to change the subject.

"Hi everyone." I wave shyly. 

I hear a couple hello's and there are a few waves, but that doesn't really make me feel any better.

"I probably should go now..." I turn my heels towards the iron door and leave before anyone can stop me. When I get outside I start to run. Faster than I probably ever have before. The wind is whipping my face, my hair is flying everywhere, sweat is on every inch of my skin, but my mind is alert, active, and sharp.

My mind is on Jordan.

I have to find him.

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Jordan's house is a small, but beautiful bungalow. Carved bushes and colorful flowers line the front of the house making it very welcoming. 

I open the picket gate and race up the front stairs, onto the wrap-around porch, not bothering to even close the gate. 

My fist pounds on the door of his house three times in a row.

Not a sound can be heard.

I knock three more times.

The door opens with a slight creak after my sixth knock.

Jordan smiles,"Kamryn! How did it go?" 

"We need to talk."

The smile leaves his face. "Oh. Come in."

I step inside his house, smelling the sweetness of lavender wafting in the air. I take a seat on his couch and immediately put my head in my hands. Jordan sits next to me with his hands folded cordially in his lap.

"Tell me everything."

I start from the very, very beginning. I rant to him about the stupid lady at the front desk, the beautiful garden that I admired so much, the magical Pond of Powers. Then I tell him what is really bothering me. I'm Number One.

"You're what?! Freaking Number One?! Kamryn, that's amazing!" He looks so elated it almost makes me happy. Almost.

I put my head in my hands again. Tears start to brim in my eyes. I breathe deeply, trying to calm myself down and make the tears disappear, so Jordan doesn't have to see me cry.