A young woman who has powerful abilities, runs away from her family in hopes of protecting them, and in order to run from herself. She is part of a prophesy, where she and two others will battle an evil bent on destroying them and life as they know it. A rouge lackey will switch to the good side in order to help someone he barely knows, and finds himself again.
“You must be insane.” Amelia laughed.
“Excuse me?”
“This is crazy. It sounds like something from a television show, let me guess. You have magical powers, and you fight evil that attacks and threatens your normal life. Oh no wait. We are the chosen ones, destined to battle the evil that threatens to destroy the earth.”
“Precisely.” Nicole said, looking at her, matter-of-fact.
“What?” Amelia and Lucy both asked in surprise.
“Grace, would you show them what you can do?”
“Sure.” Grace said, then looked around the room. Seeing a fake plant, she pointed at it, then, using her powers, she made it lift and spin in the air, turning it into a blurry image. When the leaves began to pop off, Grace slowed it down, and sat it back on its spot on the floor.
When she was through, the two women just stared at Grace. “Anything to say now?”
“That just proves that she’s a freak.” Amelia said, looking at Grace, who stood up in anger, ready to blow her up. Someone she saved when she was still living in Dousten had called her that. They didn’t remember now, because of a spell.
“Grace! Put the lethal weapon hands away.” Nicole scolded.
“I don’t like her already.”
“That doesn’t matter, you have to work with them.” Nicole said, then turned to Amelia. “If you think she’s a freak, then you might want to change your opinion of yourself miss high and mighty, because whether or not your father is the richest man in the city, you have powers too.”
“What? That’s absurd!”
“Really?” Nicole said, then she picked up a large paper weight from off the table. She threw it at her. Amelia threw up her hands, and it froze in mid air.
Without thinking about what she just did, she said, “How dare you throw that at–” her mouth made an “o” and she said, “What the?”
“Freak.” Grace said, then, said, “No, I’m sorry, that’s not nice. I’m not used to insulting anyone but myself and demons.”
“Now you believe us?” Nicole said, smiling at Grace’s comment.
Taylor walked into the building and saw Mr. White standing by the receptionist desk. “Can I trust you?”
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