Chapter 2: Chapter 1
If it hadn't been for a few things, I wouldn't be where I was. My world was caving in; each source of light was leaving the skies that had been clouding my mind for a long time. I remembered very small images of my past; I didn't dare ask my aunt anything of my biological parents, or anything else that had resorted me to looking for them. The only piece that I had left from them was a picture. I would glance at it every so often.
The picture had been torn at the edges; it began to grow yellow from age. I had my mother's eyes-an almost crescent moon, and my father's hair, which was a miraculous red that would dance to the same rhythm of fire. I had no other similarities to them. My aunt had made sure to let me know that I wasn't adopted, and I had a reason for why they had left me. Not stranded, or abandoned, but left.
"Ivory, why aren't you paying attention?" My Aunt broke me out of my trance, what I didn't notice was I had fixated my vision on a rotten apple that was laying on the floor across from me. The parlor was filled with approximately forty other people.
The room was surrounded top to bottom with light green drapes shielding the sun from sneaking in. A mirror was holding itself above a three-hundred year old fireplace. A gate draped itself around the outside of the fireplace, wood on the side, with a light flame that shot up. I gawked around; I had forgotten that this was a party for the Mayor, not my denounced time to render about the past.
"My apologies sir," my voice cracked slightly. My mind was elsewhere, absentmindedly in its own world, but not in mine. "I was just-" My Aunt looked at me with a disdain presence in her sharp eyes and I winced slightly at her piercing gaze. "Day dreaming, that is all." I smiled faintly, my hands clasping around my back.
"No worries, we don't mind just a tad bit of daydreaming every once in a while, even if we are talking amongst ourselves." his belly was tense, it then rose as a hoarse laugh had broken out of his mouth. He didn't notice that he was laughing at his own joke.
"Right," I smiled from cheek to cheek again. Although the smile seemed fake, I had to keep a good profile for my Aunt. I did not intend to do this again. Nor did I even want to set foot in another office again, not when she and the Mayor had an affair. His wife never found out about it, but I did.
"So Ivy-mind if I call you that?" he kneeled down; I was nearly as tall as he was, I didn't need a second booster-I coughed slightly, nearly missed his face.
"No-" she gave me a tightened glare, this time I gave out. My face was crestfallen. "It is completely fine, I go by all nicknames! You can call me that." he nodded his head, and he seemed embarrassed of what I was saying. He looked still, his looks now beginning to grow deeper into his intolerable eyes.
"Please excuse me," his expression was now sullen-his fists clenched into the shape of an "O".
She turned towards me; the room was calm, and dead silent. Her arm rose as if to strike me. It went towards her head. Her fingers clasped at her temples, wrinkles began to form as her eyebrows furrowed.
"Ivory, you have embarrassed me," she flapped her mouth open once more. "I have never been so ridiculed in my life." she shot me down, that was the moment she would hit me, but did not seem to leave one scar on me.
"And yet, you choose to act immature?" I questioned; her body frame froze. Her position was close to nonchalant. How could she not be effected by what I had said to her? Her back faced me, her hand back on her temples, rubbed them roughly, and with steel agony. "I apologize, sincerely... I-I have to go," I sped off down the hall; everything had begun to close in around me.
The corridor to the outside opened up; I glanced around. I contemplated my surroundings as I staggered to get back on my feet. A nascent aurora of fresh autumn leaves filled my nostrils; my legs shook from the intensity of the scent. My toes had bent straight into the very top of the flat that had almost fallen off the sole of my foot.
Night began to cascade on through the brush trees that painted the sky with its branches. An ominous feeling in the wind began to stride in, as it raised the very hairs of my back. My eyes averted towards an unfamiliar shadow lurking through the dark archway of an old cabin. It was nestled tightly in a huge gap of weeds; camouflaging itself through the high-strung leaves that rested on the windowpanes. Its edges were sharp enough to poke an eye out. I urged my legs forward; each step my feet took it flung the flats off just an inch. Something about the cabin made me feel as if it had to be searched.
I was under its very trance it gave to anyone that was vulnerable enough to fall for it. I kicked the shoes to the side, knowing that it would scare the shadow. My pace was now picking up; I could sense the shadow now. It was getting closer; the windows grew bigger with every step I took. I fell back, my body hitting the grass with a soft thump. I glanced up, a floating object hovering above me. Their facial features were blurry for a moment, and then faded back in after only a second. He was a dark auburn.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone