Ok, dear reader, please understand. I have a few things going on right now. Sometimes everything just seems to happen at once. This is one of those times.
So I tell you be patient. I tell myself as well.
Because when I feel the tug on the ether and I know in my soul it is Aidan, even I don’t understand why the fire brings me to this girl.
Mila is just beginning to awaken to her power. She has strength and untapped potential. Just like many others, her parents brought her here for the sanctuary my town provides.
Watching the first few minutes, I should have known what might happen in this melting pot of power. It has happened before. I should have kept better tabs on the ripples.
But I never claim to be perfect. And I never claim to have better Sight than Him or His Nemesis. I work within the limits of my formidable power. I do have limits. I do make mistakes.
To be fair, this might be one of those defining moments in Aidan’s life that has to happen. This may be one of those times I am not supposed to meddle if she is to make it to her Destiny.
So when I take a moment away from other things, pull the fire into my hands and bring up the source of the magical disturbance, I see a girl.
A knock on the door echoes through the fire.
She is alone in her house. Her parents are gone for the week on a cruise, recreating their honeymoon. She’s just hung up from their nightly call, pulled a blanket over herself on the sofa and clicked the remote to unpause the movie.
Someone knocks on the door.
It is not loud, but it reverberates through her.
Please go away, she thinks.
But the knock returns after a few moments of silence.
Mila tosses the blanket to the side and patters in bare feet to the front door. She peeks through the hole.
Bryant stands there, shifting in the cold night, looking around furtively.
He lifts his fist to knock again.
She opens the door before he can.
“Go away, Bryant.”
“You know I can’t.”
“No, I really don’t. I know you scare me. I know your friends are out to get me. I know I want you to leave. But I definitely for sure do not know that you cannot just get away from me.”
He pushes past her, glances around her home and dismisses everything but the fire in the fireplace. He kneels beside it seeking heat to warm his cold hands.
“Sure. Come on in. Make yourself at home,” she quips closing the door and falling back onto the sofa.
“You know why I’m here, Mila.”
“No. I don’t think so. I told you and your friends to leave me the hell alone. I don’t want to play anymore.” She reaches out with her power, touches his mind lightly like a soft breeze.
He slams her out of his head. “You’ve screwed up. No. I’m sorry. I screwed up. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You just showed me what I can do is all.”
“We’ve left you open, left you without protection. You’ve created worlds without end. People can get lost in things like that and can’t get back.” He pulls reluctantly away from the fire and sits next to her taking her hand.
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Different Kinds of Magic
Ficțiune adolescențiAidan is a Chosen One, a direct descendant from a very long line. Just coming into her full potential, lacking guidance, she's faced with decisions that break all the rules she never knew she had.
