The leaves of the tall, broad oak sway in the lilting autumn breeze. A current of energy zips through the tree, causing about half the leaves to drift to the ground. The girl by the tree grins, hr smile crinkles showing around her baby blue eyes.
Her scruffy pink hair is pulled up into a messy bun, however that is the only scruffy thing about her. Neatly ironed purple shirt clings to her torso comfortably, a pastel blue scarf trails over her collarbones, and her black slacks hug her waist and ankles.
Bellamy Tork was one of the few humans that had been given a gift from Thor. Not directly of course, it was a gift that had been passed down from parent to child since Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandma Torkinson had saved Thor's dog from drowning.
He had been so pleased that he had gifted her with the power to manipulate energy. And so, Bellamy was also able to manipulate energy.
A.n. Yes it is short. I may expand on it or start a book on just Bellamy Tork, but we will see where that takes us. :)
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RandomThis is a book, not really for shitposts (unless specified), but for random story ideas or plots that come to my mind. If anything in this book intrigues you, let me know and I'll expand on it!
