Rules of Fate

Chapter 1 - Welcome to my life

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Chapter 1  

What was he saying? I checked her reaction and glowered at the male stupidity that was now making him smile. Quickly I sent out a benevolent message and her almost frown changed into an uncertain smile. Now that she was happier it was time to work on his sad lack of skills.

Ask her about her family I sent, praying he wasn't going to go off on a tangent again. We had been at this for the past hour and it was starting to take its toll, not only on her but on me as well. He managed to get the right question out and I sighed with heartfelt relief. What went on in men's minds...I'd never know...actually that wasn't a hundred percent true...I did know...that was part of the problem actually.

I had the ability to manipulate people; had always been able to since the age of six when I'd made my teacher punish another girl for my mistake. OK so it was wrong, but I didn't do that anymore. Couldn't actually; personal gain was frowned upon by the Society. Oh yeah, there was an entire group of us weirdos floating around, messing with people's minds, all in the name of saving the world and so on.

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They had found me when I turned fifteen and unknowingly messed around with another fatelist's project. Just great! Before I knew it I was whisked off and taken to a grey office block several storeys high with the name Sprig and Mason Attorneys at Law emblazoned on the front. Seriously? A lawyers' office? What the hell had I done? The office I was escorted to resembled a lawyer's except for the dress sense of the people waiting for me. None had on suits. In fact they looked radically out of place, just like me.

There were three of them, one man that looked a lot like a hippie complete with long hair and flowery shirt and two women. The African woman was dressed in a loud yellow T-shirt with matching beads in her woven hair, and the Indian one in a traditional long, pink embroidered top and loose trousers that reminded me strongly of Aladdin. All in all they looked less than pleased by my entry.

'Who are you?' This from the African lady, she had a nice deep growly voice, that would have sounded sexy at any other time, but at the moment scared the hell out of me.

'Uh...Sam...Samantha Lewis.

'Why you messin' with us girl?'

Caribbean, definitely Caribbean. 'Messin'?' I couldn't help mimicking her a bit.

Her dark eyes narrowed dangerously. 'Dis chick hasn't a clue,' she said to the others with a scowl, 'Who is she?'

The hippie man shrugged. 'Not one of ours.'

'She must be someone's. I mean she really threw Cameron off balance. That doesn't happen easily,' the Indian said in a smooth voice. I liked her instantly, she said it like it was, no frills around the edges. Pure and simple. That was something my life was not going to be anymore.

The hippie glared at me. 'Have you a mentor?' I shook my head wondering what that meant. 'You will now,' he decided and snapped his long fingers.