My eyes widened. "A- are yo- u serious?" My mother seemed to be serious. She just sighed and nodded. "You have talked to me for four days now," she said. "You have three days left to talk and cry." I started tearing up. "No!" I cried. "This can't be happening!" I felt the cold in my soul again. It was freezing, for real. I had three days, three days to say my last words. Three days to cry and laugh once again. I just couldn't understand why I got this ability in first place. Just why? I could have lived without that. But those thoughts made me cry again. At least I was with my mother. My soul wasn't frozen and it couldn't freeze, not yet. I had to cry and laugh my last days and enjoy them. I should at least learn how to use this 'magic' thing. I sat down on the floor. My mother disappeared from the ice cubes and appeared on the blue sky.
She was watching over me. I knew it. I just felt safe when I was with her. She was my mother after all. I wanted to hug her at least once again. I got up and went to the window again. There was my mother's picture on the sky. I stretched my hand out towards her. "Mom, why can't I feel your hand?" "Because I'm just a spirit, now I need to go, I'll see you later Amy!" she replied.
I started to cry. I felt cold. But not on the outside, on the inside. It was terrible to think of being a loner. I went to the bathroom again. My eyes looked cold. They were completely blue now. My skin was even paler than before and my hairends were even more blue. I was just shocked. Have I really changed that much since my mother died? Have I really changed that much just in three weeks? No, it couldn't be. My eyes have turned blue, I couldn't believe it. The same thing happened to my hairends. I should enjoy my last days with emotions and talking. So I decided to call my friend Sarah to spend the rest of the day with her.
I often told Samuel and Dad about my abilities. But they never believed me. They said I was hallucinating. No, I wasn't. I went to the park with Sarah. "Will you tell me now?" she questioned. I sighed and nodded. "Three weeks ago my mother died..." I started. She looked shocked. "That sounds terrible," she replied. "And one week ago I gained a special ability. I'm able to talk to my mother through water, wind, ice and snow. These are called the elements of winter. I can also use them as magic," I continued. Sarah was shocked again. "You mean, you are serious?" she asked. I nodded. She shook her head. "I'm sorry Amy, but I can't believe you!" I sighed. "Maybe I could show it to you, will you believe me then?" I had to prove it somehow. Especially to my best friend. I was never shy in front of her. I called after my mom,"Mom, are you there?" The wind started to blow harder and I heard my mother talking to me,"Hello Amy, as I can see, you brought your friend Sarah here!" Sarah seemed to be shocked. Could she really hear Mom's voice?
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Amy, Martin & The Elements Of Winter
FantasyAmy, a twelve year old girl loses her mother. Amy therefore, gains powers of the elements of the winter. Water, wind, ice and snow. She has now the ability to control them and talk to her mother through them. However, noone believes her. After abou...