Project Ashren

Chapter 2-Vida

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Let's go over our list, Keefe said and I nodded, but then remembered he couldn't see me.

Alrighty.

Are either of us a Telepath or have manifested without our knowing? He asked, we usually started off with the questions we do daily and then any questions we might have to ask due to answers form other questions or other possible reasons for our odd telepathy.

I mean, maybe. It's possible, but I am not a Telepath, I paused. Well, not that I know of.

Same, maybe Mommy Dearest gave me new handy-dandy Telepath abilities, but I have no clue.

She didn't give you Telepathic abilities, I asked her when we first started talking, and said I was just curious about what the range of his abilities would be, and she said no. Then again, she could have lied. That's what I wanted to say, so we could just never ask this question, because we both know the answer will always be, I don't know,

If I was a Telepath, I'd certainly be using my powers for a looooot of stuff. I wouldn't say I had the power though, or they would block it, and I would need it. I wouldn't have to only get the tiniest pieces of the puzzle, I'd be able to get the bigger pieces and maybe put them together. I'd actually know more of the plan, I'd be apart of it. Well, kind of.

I'd know if I manifested as a Telepath, right? I knew when I manifested my other abilities. When I manifested a Phaser, I accidently phased through the floor... which was... an awkward situation having landed in the middle of a meeting. Same kind of situation for Conjurer and Shade. I woke up and I was hungry, thinking about this perfectly green apple I had seen in our tiny, bleak version of a dining room, and then it just... appeared on my bed in front of me. And for Shade, they were testing me for any other abilities and a burst of darkness shot from my hand when I touched Umber's journals. So, I'd know if I was a Telepath... right?

But then again, I'm not normal... who knows how normal people manifest. I bit my lip, and averted my attention back to our conversation.

Alright. Number 2: Do either of us have any relation to ethertine? I know the answer, I knew it even before we started talking, before we started with this whole process trying to figure out the source of our weird telepathy, but I still ask every time and his answer is the same every time.

Yep. Mommy Dearest encased me in it a while back because it was apart of fulfilling my "legacy" or whatever. A shiver creeped it's way down my spine, I don't know exactly what it is or what happened, but I'm pretty sure I'm in a coma, and I don't really know how long I have been in it... his mental voice saddened at the end of his answer and a picture-of a person-flashed through his mind. It was a girl. She looked our age, wavy blonde hair flowing down her back, distinct brown eyes and long eyelashes, a kind face, a sweet smile.

Sophie.

I bit my lip again, lowering and softening my mental voice to a more sincere tone, you're thinking about her again. A burst of sadness rushed through my mind, but I knew it wasn't mine.

I just... Keefe started. I just miss them a lot.

I closed my eyes and let his sadness flow through me. He talks about all his friends a lot, transmits pictures as well as memories. He really is in an amazing group of amazing people, friends he can trust and depend on for anything. That must feel good... . When he talks about them is really the only time he lets his guard down, even when he talks about-as he calls him-"Bangs Boy" and occasionally "Tammy Boy."