Soaked in Scarlet

Chapter 1 - Proper

Lenora Wade was seated at small table in spare room in the castle. It was the room she had claimed as her "practice room." Where she could be in peace and quiet. The room wasn't large, but wasn't a cramped space either. Large enough for a table, a few chairs, and a comfortable amount of space to move in, but not large enough for major use in the luxurious castle.

The 9 year old girl's gaze was fixed on a small ball she had placed in the middle of the table. She whispered things to it with her mind. She ordered the ball to move, to hover a few inches above the table. Then she tried telling it to roll across the table. She ordered it to fly across the room. The ball didn't move an inch.

Lena squinted her eyes and clenched her fists together as she struggled to get the ball to do something, anything. It was almost as if the ball had a mind of its own, and was stubborn enough to resist all of Lena's attempts of moving it.

"Move!" She yelled at the object as she slapped her small hand on the table. The ball moved slightly, but not because of Lena's mind, rather because of the force she had inflicted upon the table. Her hand stung and Lena huffed angrily as she tried to relax her shoulders and regain her composure again.

"Practicing again?" A voice of authority sounded from the door. Lena's eyes widened, she was unaware of another presence in the room. She shifted her body to meet the eyes of the Feary King.

"Father, I didn't know you were in here." She admitted, feeling foolish for losing her temper in front of him. But Miles only smiled a fatherly smile. He was proud of her for practicing so much. For pushing herself to get better at what she struggled so much with.

Fearies, much different from fairies, are human sized creatures. Each are born with a single gift. Some are elemental, others are physical or mental.

Miles pushed himself off of the wall he had been leaning against, and pulled up a chair next to his youngest daughter. "You're upset." He stated as he eyed the crease between Lena's eyebrows. "What's got you so troubled?"

Lena warily lifted her eyes to meet her father's, then trailed them down to the ball sitting innocently before her. She had so much hate for the small object pegged up within her heart. Why was this so hard for her? She didn't know. "It won't move." She huffed, wringing her hands together nervously. "I'm doing just as you told me last time, but it won't move!"

"Darling, you'll get there. It just takes practice--"

"I have been practicing! I'm not getting better. It doesn't move when I want it to, but moves when I don't. How come it comes so naturally to Clara and Jane? They have it so easy..." Lena voiced her frustrating, noting her older sisters.

Lena was the youngest of the 3 daughters. Clara was the oldest. She had the power of healing, which suited her kind heart well. All she had to do was touch something that was injured and it would mend itself back together again. Jane was the middle daughter, gifted with a perfect memory. Everything she ever heard, read, or saw was etched into her brain, even the smallest of details. Her gift suited her thirst for knowledge.

Clara was kind, sweet, and healing.

Jane was smart, cunning, and a know-it-all.

And Lena, well...She had telekinesis. One of the hardest gifts to control, even harder to master. It took patience and time. More patience than a 9 year old girl could handle.

"Lena, your sisters struggled when they were your age too." Miles tried to comfort his daughter.

"Father, that's a lie. Everything comes naturally to them. They didn't have to sit in an awful room for many hours trying to get a stupid ball to move off of a table. Their powers just kind of..." Lena trailed off.