Tomorrow's Way
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  • Reads 1,196
  • Votes 60
  • Parts 5
  • Time 56m
Ongoing, First published Nov 21, 2013
Seraphine Blackwell isn't your average fifteen year old. She's been living on her own since she was seven, finding food and traveling around the countryside. Her mother died giving birth to her, and her father's mysterious death left her an orphan. But Seraphine is more than that. She's special. Though she has no idea how to control them, she has abilities. 
These abilities, she decided a long time ago, are dangerous. They've hurt people before, however unintentional. Seraphine hid them away inside of her, only now they've begun to brew, itching to be used.
Almost eight years after the death of her father, Seraphine meets Them. The people who saved her life and taught her how to use her abilities to help others. She met people who were like her, people who had abilities. 
And she met Him.
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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.