♡The Fight For Love♡

i. The unusual circumstances

The silence is what woke Katie Arabella out of the deep sleep she had previously entered. Her rooms lights glistened around her and she sat up. Her small house was never quiet, and she knew something was wrong. When she swung her legs out from underneath her blanket she noticed, against her will, how pretty the light looked reflecting her chocolate milk colored skin. She shook her head and stood up, shaking her long curly brown hair out if her face. When she pulled on her slippers she felt like by leaving this door she would not be able to come back peacefully like she usually did every night. Her house was always purring with noise, the dryer or a flushed toilet. Something was always making noise. When she peered into the hallway she at first thought nothing was there. At second glance though, she noticed something glinting at the end though. As she approached the end of the hallway she saw to her surprise a small glittering pair of rocks floating at eye level that seemed to be covered in small jewels. She stared at it for awhile before reaching for it. As it touched her hand she felt the the jewels burn against her palm. She shrieked and let go but it was too late. The jewels had begun to glow and she felt the heat waves coming off of it. As she stumbled backwards the jewels seemed to follow her, getting closer and closer to her every second until it was too close to avoid and finally stopped moving and squeezed her eyes shut as the jewels slid onto her ears, burning her earlobes for seconds before she fell back against the wall in pain.
As she reached up to her ears, she thought that nothing could be more painful. It was still burning as she tried her hardest to pull the glittering jewels from her head but it seemed to have attached itself to her ears and as she flattened her hand over it to soothe the heat she no longer felt a rock-like jewel but a glimmering pair of earings. As she lay there in pain she thought nothing in the world would be better than to just floated away. To soar through the skies and feel the wind rush past, cooling her ears and sweeping her hair into a river of curls. Just as she had begun to imagine her feet lifting from the floor she felt an unusual feeling, as though all her weight and been taken away and she could lifted into the air with lack of weight. As she had realised this she looked down in panic and screeched loudly. She was no longer leaning against the wall as she had been moments before, she was also no longer even sitting nor standing up on any floor she could see. She was sitting, but not at the same time. She was floating midair in her hallway. She frantically tried to use the walls to pull herself down on to the ground and as she was desperately clinging to the hope of getting to the ground, she imagined it like before. Ignoring her brain l, which was screaming to get down, she listened to her heart and imagined her self floating down to the ground and when she opened her eyes she saw the walls shifting and realized she was slowly floating down to the ground again. As soon as had touched the floor she scrambled to her feet and skidded down the hall, searching frantic lyrics for her room in the dark.
When she arrived she her very best to take the earings off but finally she decided she would have to cut her ears off to get rid of them, but she was not so stupid. She would not cut her ears off like van gogh. She began pacing her room hastily and glancing around like if she missed one small movement she would die. She only stopped pacing when her feet were aching and see knew that if she continued this she would regret it later. What happened?? Nothing and no one she had ever heard of could fly. Nothing. Immediately her mind jumped to her imagination which wasn't so great but still there, still possible... but could her logical mind really convince her she could fly??  No... no... not possible. Maybe she was dreaming. This was all a dream! All she had to do was fall asleep and she would wake up and nothing would have happened. She sat on top of her bed and looked around at her room one last time before sliding her legs under the blankets and resting her head on her pillow. It seemed to take ages for her to fall asleep, but finally she drifted off into a slumber unrivaled by any she had ever had before.
Katie looked around a room that was sort of like a theatre but smaller and a little less grand. She wondered how she had gotten there but just as suddenly as she had thought this a loud popping noise surrounded her, like popcorn, and she looked around to locate the source of it. As she turned around she noticed something glimmering in the corner of her eye. She whirled around and to her utter surprise she saw a beautiful woman. She was wearing a beautiful golden dress that reminded Katie of a river of light and her long golden hair was held up by a headband that seemed to be radiating light itself. Her eyes were pure gold and her iris was silver. She gasped and stumbled back, falling onto a chair she could've sworn wasn't there before and the woman smiled at her.
"Hello, Katie. I am lecto, goddess of light. You have never heard of me, I'll guess because to you mortals I do not exist. I am one of the five goddesses of pumonin, a race born every five hundred years. You are now a pumonin, Katie Arabella." She said all at once and Katie's mind filled with questions. What on earth is a pumonin and what does that mean??? As if the goddess could read her mind she smiled. "A pumonin is a magical being who has the power to do anything they could imagine in detail, which could be from flying to conjuring something, however, the more complicated the more they have to believe in it. You would have to leave behind your family though. In one week you will have to join the others." Katie gasped and was glad she was sitting. She had one week left with her family, who mostly ignored her but still... they were family... she closed her eyes. All she wanted was to go to sleep... she just wanted sleep.
Katie didn’t want to wake up the next day. She had had a strange dream and she was quite glad to hear the familiar buzz that her house gave home to. She was quite sure her dream, which was highly too unrealistic but portrayed her personality perfectly, was a dream. After all, she couldn’t fly and earings did not fly nor glow. She felt oddly relaxed as she opened her eyes and gazed at the bluish green walls outlining the very place she considered a sanctuary. She wished her dreams would stop getting more realistic but at the same time so unrealistic. She knew that she couldn’t do anything her dreams said she could but she had this urge to fly, soar through the window and feel the wind against her hot chocolate colored hair and straighten the curls that bounced when she walked. Everything about her was chocolate, her skin the color of chocolate milk. Her hair the color of hot chocolate. Her long nails were a dark chocolate color and her eyes the color of bittersweet chocolate. Many of the girls at her school shot her vicious glares as she never wore makeup but still caught the eye of many boys without even trying. She herself hated most of the boys but strangely, one of the boys she never gave a thought and nor he to her had started to say hello as they walked through halls or sat in classes, and stranger still she looked forward to it. After a minute more thinking of all sorts of things she realized with a jolt she had her whole day planned out and she was getting awfully near late. As she jumped out of her bed she felt the springs stay oddly still despite her leaping off and going higher than she could have thought without them she looked down and for a fraction of a second she had not been plummeting for the ground but drifting in the air. She felt the scream stick in her throat like glue and gave up on it, instead lunging for the glass of water on her nightstand table and dumping it on her head. She was just tired and had imagined it. Yes… that was it. Katie fell swiftly back into her morning routine of brushing her hair, drying it, changing, eating, brushing her teeth packing lunch, and saying goodbye to no one in particular. When she had finished packing her lunch she wondered how many times she would pack her lunch in her lifetime… she considered counting but even she knew she was never committed enough to it.
As she walked down the sidewalk she kept glancing down as if to make sure she was still comfortable on the ground. Her bag in which she had placed her lunch bumped against her thigh as she walked quite stiffly on her way to the book club she attended once every other week. As she glanced around she noticed she had missed her turn and started to run. She needed to get there on time because they were taking a bus to the movies that day. Than it hit her. What did the goddess lecto say? She could do anything if she could imagine it in detail?  She reached towards her ears self-consciously and she felt the small gems that were the earings. She imagined herself appearing behind the library,  she imagined being sucker into nothing and then coming back into something at the library and as suddenly as she had become nothing, she had appeared behind the library. Stumbling forward she clutched at her bag and leaned against the wall. She couldn't pretend any longer, she could ignore the new-found Powers she had acquired the night before. And then another fact hit her worse and more terrible than ever.
She had one week left with her family.
When she had gotten over this fact she remembered how she had learned to accept this fact, she was almost late to her book club!!
When she had returned home she had gone straight to her room and locked the door. Testing out some basic magic she had read about, summoning flames and such. When she had finished making absolutely sure she was not imagining it she began pacing. She needed to go back to that theatre. She needed to see Lecto and ask her some questions. When she had calmed down she sat on her bed and groaned. She felt like nothing could possibly surprise her anymore, a God cod propose to her and she wouldn't be surprised. But she also thought that nothing could make her happier than to find out this was all a practical prank, but she couldn't think how anyone could explain the magic. She dreaded her next days which would be more painful than ever. She frowned at her ceiling and turned on the blinking lights on her wall. She could not believe how quickly her life was changing. She wished it could just end. All the nonsense and magic. She shook her head and sat back up.
Katie stood up quickly and fumbled with the small desk drqwer to find a pen and paper. She had to decide on how to keep track of her abilities, but she knew it would be best. Sitting on the chair she began scribbling.

♡Pumonin♡
A being who can do anything they can imagine in detail. AKA me
♡Known Powers♡
•Fly
•Fire
•Telekinesis
•Fresh breath - useless
•More to be added

She sat back and admired her work. She picked it up and taped it to the wall. When she had finished she picked up a poster that must of fallen off and covered the paper with it. When she had finished admiring her genius work. After that however, all she had left to do was sit back onto her bed and wait. For what, she didn't know. But she wasn't sure she wanted to know.