Celeste

Chapter 1: The Town Of Windermere

In the country there's not much to do. As a six year old it could be slightly entertaining though. I help my mother and father around the house and am home schooled by my mother. I have a baby brother, Armitage.

Armitage is a five year-old spitball. Meaning he has a bunch of energy. He has golden hair and tan skin. His eyes are a very light shade of blue and he's pretty tall for his age. I take care of him since mother has to take care of the house and me. My father is usually gone at work. He works in the local town as the medic.

My mother is a tall, tan, red headed women. She's extremly smart and... that's where I get my powers. Armitage hasn't shown any signs of magic abilities and mother says he may never. Mother also says that I am very magically inclined.

They hide us pretty well. No one knows that my father is married to protect us. At least that's what my parents say. My mother always tells us that it's better and safer this way.

"Can we please go outside?" Armitage asks mom as we sit and eat lunch.

She sighs. "I'm sorry my son... but no. Danger awaits us out there."

He pouts, "Then why can you?" He crosses his arms, refusing to eat.

I glare at him. "She's grown Armitage, we're just children. What she says goes. Now let it go."

My mothers hand falls upon my shoulder. "Calm, Celeste."

I glance at her and nod. "My apologies."

After finishing lunch, we sat around the table as mother taught us science and English. She taught us how to cook and wash laundry. After 8:00pm, Armitage is tucked into bed. My mother teaches me how to control my newly formed powers.

"Remember to breath." She watches me as she paces around me. "Inner control, Celeste."

"Xetuio quinta vencé..." I repeat under my breath. I sat criss-cross apple sauce on the floor. I levitated slightly above the ground with my eyes closed. My hands rested on my knees.

"Good..." My mother says. I continue until my eyes shoot open and I fall to the ground making a loud thud. She sighs, "17 minutes." She slowly sits. "It was a good attempt and you're slowly getting better."

I look up at her and nod. "All I need is more practice..."

She nods, "Indeed." She gazes towards the fireplace. "Start the fire."

"I've never..."

She laughs. "Actually you have. You just don't remember." She smiles "When you were two. You got really angry for a reason I cannot recall. You started the fireplace, and made everything in the house levitate. It was the moment I knew you would be a force to be reckoned with, Celeste."

I sigh and nod. "I'll try."

She smiles and places her hand on my head, "That's my girl." She looked at the fireplace then back at me. "Repeat Gasulated júhecta leprosæ. Then you must focus on the wood. Like so..." she intensely stares at the fireplace as her hand flexes at her thigh. "Gasulated júhecta leprosæ." She mutters under her breath. The wood inflames and cracks. I sat in awe as she looks back at me. "Got it?" I nod slowly as she slowly makes her way to the fire and puts it out. "Your turn." She steps back.

I stare at the wood as I take a deep breath, "Gasulated júhecta leprosæ..." I say aloud and the wood enflamed once again as I jump and cheer.

She glares. "Quiet. Your brother is resting."

I look down. "Right..."

She smiles, "Good job my young one." She walks over and kisses my head. "Go rest. Your father returns tomorrow and would love to see you."