Melody Kalt (ON HOLD)

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"Miss Kalt! I already asked you ten times! what is one of the first civilizations to come up with a written language?" said a very frustrated Mr. Johnson, snapping her back to reality from her random daydream about her favorite book series, Percy Jackson.

"umm," a text melody had read the previous day clicked into her head, "Egypt, and Mesopotamia, right?" she asked, careful not to say it too loud, not wanting to cause a fuss. She was never really wrong when it came to school, but she always felt like everyone always had their eyes on her, waiting for her to mess up. it was always her goal not to be the center of attention, but it was a hard task because she was so much younger then everyone else, seeing as others her age were still in 9th grade but she had skipped all the way to 13th. she purposely dressed so not to draw attention, like how today she was just wearing a plain gray t-shirt and black leggings, with her chin-length amber hair pushed back using a plain gray headband her mother had gave her. To her, the plainer the better, as it drew people away from her striking natural beauty, and her bright turquoise eyes.

"yes," Mr. Johnson sighed with defeat, though she could have sworn she saw a glint of cold triumph flash through his eyes for less than a second. He turned back to the class and continued to lecture them on ancient forms of writing, while Melody's head drifted back to Percy Jackson, thinking of how cool she would be if she could try to use her brain for good as Annabeth did, or maybe learn to fight. There were so many bad things in the world that she wanted to get rid of, but no one ever seemed to make any progress on ridding them. People just seemed to think that the problem wouldn't be theirs soon enough, and the next generation could deal with it. but-

Her flow of thought was interrupted by the last bell, signaling her last class to be over.

"Melody Kalt, could you stay a couple extra minutes? there is something we need to discuss." Mr. Johnson said just as Melody was about to walk out the door, she sighed and walked over to his desk.

"yes, sir? You wanted to see me?" she asked as he looked up at her.

"melody, I have been hearing reports of strange things and noises coming from your house, I was requested to ask you if-"

"I'm fine sir!" Melody interrupted him, she had no idea that someone had seen her. It was her secret, that she could move things with her mind, something she had been terrified to tell anyone about, even her mother. "there is no reason at all to worry." she promised as she grabbed her book bag and ran out the door, heading straight for home.

When she got home, the first thing she did was rush upstairs to her room and flop on the bed 'you need to be more careful' she mentally chided herself, 'if anyone found out about your telekinesis, they would put you in a lab!'. she got up and closed the curtains and locked the doors before she grabbed a pencil from her bookbag and set it on her cluttered white desk. She focused all her energy on pretending that she was grabbing it with an invisible hand, before it finally shot into the air, and threw itself at the dart board where melody had been aiming and hit the inner ring in a bullseye. she went to get the pencil back and did a couple more throws, each hitting the inner ring. When melody felt she was done, she grabbed her homework and opened her room door to see a pretty girl her age wearing a shimmering dress and cape standing outside it, as if she was waiting for her to come out.

"who are you?" Melody asked she was so confused that she forgot to worry about if the girl might have seen her throw the pencil with her mind.

"My name is Remiada blaker, you must be Melody Verstand Kalt," said the girl, she then smirked as she added, "nice throw."

"what is your purpose?" Melody asked, wishing with all her might that her voice wasn't shaking because her middle name was not something she gave out freely, there were only three people in the world who knew it. Her mom, her dad, and her, but know it seemed she could add this stranger-Remiada-to the list. melody wondered briefly if she could pelt the girl with flying pencils, but decided that she would hear her out first, then pelt her with pencils.

"My purpose is to get you, our world is in great need, so your parents decided to make contact with us. They gave us your address and information, they said you were our best bet." she snorted, sizing Melody up, "likely."

Remiada grabbed Melody's wrist before she could ask any more questions, "hold on" she said before she pulled out a crystal and stepped into a ray of light, dragging melody along with her. Melody felt a tingly feeling flow through her body as remiada pulled her out of the light.

"wow, this is amazing," Melody said when she saw where they were, they were no longer in her cramped bedroom, but a street, lined with hundred story buildings that gleamed in the light, even seeming to be made out of diamonds.

"Welcome to the lost cities," Remiada said with a smirk when she saw Melody's expression.

"wait!" Melody gasped, "are you a demigod?! Is this like the Percy Jackson books?!"

Remiada sighed, "no. I am not a demigod, you are not a demigod." Melody's face fell. "you are an elf, just like me. Well, just like everyone here."

Melody's hands shot up toward her ears, making Remiada chuckle. "no, melody, you do not have pointy ears," Remiada moved her waist-length blonde hair to show Melody her (perfectly normal) ears. "see? your ears won't start to point 'till your like one thousand years old.

"One thousand?!" Melody gasped, "how long do elves live?"

"well, no one knows, 'cause no ones died of old age yet."

"does that mean I'm immortal?"

Remiada sighed, letting a gleam of sadness show in her Cornflower blue eyes, "no, we can still die. just... not of old age."

"oh.." Melody looked at the floor, realizing it was a touchy subject, "anyway, where should we go now?"

Remiada's face lit up, and she smirked, "I should probably take you to the counselors now, and see if you can make it into Foxfire."