Prologue: New Beginnings

Yes, Austin, what is it? The bright overhead light flickered as it

almost always did when the six-year-old walked into the office.
I was justumwondering something, Miss Rose. His tiny voice
drifted out the door into the orphanage he had called home for as long as he
could remember.
Please sweetie, call me Jean. The tilt of her head brushed her
shoulder-length, straight, brown hair out of the way, allowing all her loving
expression to show. How many times have I told you that? She smiled at
him, the only child she truly loved at Last Hope.
Oh. Um Sorry. I was just wonderingumwhy am I here? Austin
said while looking up into Jeans deep blue eyes that quickly turned to
house a glint of sorrow.
Her smile melted into an expression somewhere between the lines of
sympathy and confusion. Austinyoure here for the same reason as
everyone else: you lost your parents when you were really little.
The young boy looked away; he hated thinking about what had
happened to the parents he never had the chance to know. I know His
voice echoed through the small office and off of the wooden boards on the
wall. But I mean, what am I still doing here? Ive been here for forever. He
didnt even try to hide the sadness in his voice. Ive got to see other kids
get adopted, but not me. His gaze rose back up to meet hers. When do I
get a new home?
A sigh escaped Jeans thin lips as she closed her eyes and shook her
head softly. The wooden chair screeched briefly against the hardwood floor

as she pushed it out from underneath of her. She choked back the tears
forming in her eyes as she knelt to the floor and placed her hands on
Austins narrow shoulders. Look, Austin, Her voice was soft and gentle. I
cant imagine how hard this must be for you, but I know that one day,
someone will come through and realize what an amazing young man you
are, and youll have a wonderful new life. A half-smile emerged on her face.
But for right now, youre stuck with me.
As hard as he tried to fight it, a nearly undetectable smile broke
through his downhearted countenance. He wrapped his arms around her.
Thanks, Miss Rose.
Jean smiled as she embraced the boy, but the atmosphere quickly
returned to its former despondent state. Austin peeled away from the owner
of the small orphanage and walked away without a word. She followed him
to the door and listened, the wooden staircase creaking as he walked slowly
up and out of sight. Jean grabbed the doorknob to her modest office and
stared blankly at the staircase where the six-year-old had just been, lost in
her own head. Someday, Austin Moorin, you will have a real family
Someday

Hey, thats mine! Austins usually soft voice pierced his small,
shared bedroom. He jolted out of his bunk bed and ran after the older girl
who had snatched his handheld video game. Give it back Lisa!
Sure, if you can reach it. A smirk spread across her face as she put
the game on top of the dresser, out of Austins reach. Good luck, brat.
Lisas foot caught Austins as she walked away from him, the pain
rippled through his body as the ground met his face in a quick and sudden

rush. When he began to stand up, he noticed a few drops of blood on the
floor, shining from the light seeping through the sole, closed window in the
room. He reached up to his nose and winced; the warm, red liquid
cascading rapidly down his face. Lisas mocking laughter began to fade
from the room. Blood rushed to Austins ears and his fingers dug into his
palms as he clenched his fists tight. The world around him began to swirl
and he felt a strong pressure begin to swell in his gut. It grew stronger and
stronger until it almost made him sick. Then, he felt it explode, seeping out
of every pore of his body. Fierce gusts of wind erupted within the room,
knocking books, toys, and sheets around. Finally, it reached Lisa inches
before the door, shoving her forward and knocking her feet out from under
her. But yet, the wind danced around Austin, leaving him untouched and
unmoved. Then, just as quickly as it had started, it was gone, leaving the
room in its usual calm. Austin felt light-headed and stumbled before
catching himself on the windowsill. He whipped his head around, wondering
what had just happened. Then, before he could pull himself together, Lisas
voice derailed his train of thought.
You little brat! Lisa had gotten back up and was now rapidly closing
the gap between the two of them. What did you just do?
Austin tried backing up, only to be met instantly by the wall. I didnt
do anything; I dont know what happened! The panic in his voice echoed
throughout the small room and reflected visibly in his trembling eyes.
Well, theres nobody else here, so who else coulda done it?
The sight of her clenched fist only made Austin shake harder. I
DONT KNOW! His shriek ripped through the room, but there was still no

sign of a single soul who could help or save him from the bullys wrath. This
time it was Lisa, but unfortunately this was not the first time it had
happened, nor was it always her.
At least if youre going to lie, make it more convincing. She stood
over a foot taller and five years older than him. As she reached him, her
light red hair caught the thin strand of light trickling through the window.
His hands wrapped around her arm as she grabbed his shirt and pulled him
off the ground. He was trapped, like a fox caught in a snare waiting to die.
You wanna know something, Moron? She pulled him closer until he
could smell the spearmint gum on her breath and lowered her voice to
barely above a whisper. No one here likes you. You could disappear
tomorrow her words were as sharp as the knives he could feel cutting
away at his heart. and one notice and even if we did, no one would care.
You are worthless and will never be anything. So just do the rest of us a
favor, and lea-
Enough! Jeans command violently rang throughout the room and
forced Lisa to turn away from her prey. Put. Him. Down. Lisa turned back
to Austin and scowled. NOW!
Finally, Austin felt the grip on his shirt relax and he managed to break
away from it. Miss Rose, I-
Stop, Austin, you dont need to explain anything. I know exactly what
happened. She turned her glare to Lisa. Go down stairs! I will see you in
my office in a minute. After a few seconds of Lisa standing still in defiance,
Jeans voice rose and ripped through the room again. GO! Within a couple
seconds, Jean watched as the older girl scurried away and listened to her
quick-fire steps down the stairs. She turned back to Austin, this time with a

much more loving and concerned demeanor. Are you alright? She asked as
she knelt on the ground to meet him at eye-level.
One quick nod was the only answer Austin gave. He refused to meet
Miss Roses gaze. This wasnt the first time this had happened, and he hated
feeling pitied; he knew that was the look Jean was giving him, even if he
wasnt looking directly at her.
She placed a hand on her shoulder. You need to learn to stand up for
yourself, honey. Jeans words were soft and kind, but she still couldnt get
the boy to look at her. She stood up with a sigh and walked over to the
dresser, effortlessly picked up the game system that had started it this time,
and returned it to Austin.
Thanks.
The nearly inaudible expression barely made it to Jeans ear. She
looked at the boy standing in front of her and forced a smile. After a few
moments, she stood back up. I should probably go take care of Lisa. Why
dont you go hang out in my room for a while? No one should bother you in
there. He didnt look up, or nod, but she knew he was listening. A pitterpatter against the window broke the silence in the room. Jean looked up to
see the rain that had just started and could hear the wind whipping around
outside. She returned her gaze to the boy focusing on the window, watching
the coming storm with awe. A smile broke through on her round face before
silently exiting.
Once again, he was alone. He had gotten used to the feeling, but right
now, he didnt care. He was staring intently out the closed window. A burst
of light broke through the darkening sky. All other thoughts and emotions
left the young boy. They would return in time, but right now, he was calm.

A powerful crack echoed through the skies as a lightning bolt hit the
ground less than a hundred feet away. He loved nature, and nothing could
beat the feeling of wind rushing through his hair or tossing his clothes
around. An involuntary ear-to-ear grin appeared on his face as another flash
illuminated the heavens.
Well, almost nothing.

Can you pass me the sponge? The sound of running water and
dishes clinking against each other filled the small kitchen.
Sure. The boy got on his step-stool and grabbed it from the counter.
Here you go. He handed it over and wiped his hand on his jeans before
returning to his job as dish-dryer.
Hey, Austin? Jean paused her daily routine and watched the boy do
the same for a few seconds before he too quit and matched her gaze. I
appreciate you helping me out, but why dont you go out and try to play
with the other kids? She did everything she could to hide the concern in
her voice, but it still broke through.
He turned away from her, shook his head, and grabbed a couple paper
towels. Its okay. I dont mind staying and helping.
Whats wrong? She touched his arm and made him stop his
mechanical act. I appreciate your help, but you shouldnt be in here doing
dishes. Its your birthday! Her voice rose and went up an octave as she
tried to give Austin a burst of excitement. You only turn seven once. You
should be happy! She waved her arm toward the living room across the
house, where they could faintly hear the murmured sounds of a television.
Why dont you go out and spend some time with the everyone else?

Again, he just shook his head and turned back to work. I know, and
thanks for the cake and stuff, but the other kids are mean to me. So, Ill just
stay here and help you. He looked up at her with a smile. At least youre
my friend.
The running water was the only sound in the kitchen. Jean had
stopped and was choking back tears as much as she could. She caught the
young orphan off guard as she stepped over and tightly pulled him into a
warm, loving hug. I promise you, Austin The tears she was fighting
began forming in her eyes. Soon, you will be with a family that loves you,
and you will have more friends than you will ever know what to do with. As
he pulled away, she quickly wiped the tears on her cheek away.
You really think so? His voice had a rare tone of excitement.
A smile that hid Jeans conflicted thoughts and emotions blossomed. I
know it! As Austin went back to the dishes, she thought she saw a smile
out of the corner of her eye. However, her gaze fell back down to the sink
and got lost in her reflection. It was only getting harder to battle the guilt
she had been feeling for years. When would it all be over? She thought
about the question for a minute before watching her image spiral down the
drain.
Not soon enough. Her eyes focused on the boy in her peripheral. For
your sake.

Austin stared at the specs of snow floating by the bedroom window. As

usual, he was alone. Sounds of laughter, large thuds of snowballs exploding,
and the subsequent yells drifted into the room, no matter how hard Austin

tried to block them out.

Why dont you go outside and play with everybody else? Jean had
asked him earlier in the day. He had lied and said he wasnt feeling well, but
they both knew that wasnt true. He knew that if he had gone outside, the
other kids would have ignored his existence or he would have been
incessantly pelted with snowballs. He didnt know which was worse. Jean
hadnt argued with him at all. She didnt usually when Austin protested
quality, bonding time with his fellow orphans; she knew as well as he did
how it would end up.
The peace and quiet of being the sole inhabitant of his bedroom, at
least temporarily, had begun to fade after a few hours. He got up and
mindlessly wandered downstairs to find Jean. Austin stopped in front of the
closed office door in shock, it was usually as open and inviting as the
orphanages owner herself. Austin knocked softly, but there was no answer,
so he turned the knob slowly and creaked the door open. He peeked his
head in and heard Jeans quiet voice.
She was on the phone, and seemingly deep in conversation: it took her
a few seconds to notice the poked head of the boy in the doorway. Im in
the middle of a call, Austin. She said, her hand over the lower part of the
phone. If you wait out in the living room, Ill hang out with you as soon as
Im done. Okay, sweetie?
Austin left and closed the door behind him without a word, or even an
acknowledgement of Jeans request, but he followed it nonetheless. The
couch greeted its familiar occupant in a warm, soft embrace. It took a few
seconds of scanning the room to realize that Jean had the remote for the TV

in the drawer of her desk. Knowing he would never be able to reach to

operate it by hand, he plopped his head against the pillow, admitting defeat.
There was no way that he was going to go and interrupt Jean again just to
get the remote. A deep sigh escaped out of his lungs.
I guess I just have to wait.
No more than ten minutes passed before a soft banging echoed
through the room. Austin jolted up as the door opened slowly. The first thing
that he noticed was the womans blonde, shoulder-length hair. She was tall
(compared to him at least) and had a relatively thin frame. Her brown eyes
scoured the room until they locked onto the boys wide-eyed stare. The floor
barely made a sound as she walked gingerly to the chair adjacent to
Austins couch.
Hi there. Her voice was gentle, but lingered with caution, trying not
startle the child who was frozen like a deer-in-the-headlights across from
her. My name is Liz. Whats yours?
He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. All words he had ever
learned were gone. Austin was no stranger to shyness, but this time felt
different. It wasnt the intimidation or anxiety that he usually felt. Rather,
this time, this woman, Liz, made him feel comfortable and safe; she also had
an air of familiarity about her that Austin could not place. A-A-Austin. He
finally managed to stammer. Austin Moorin."
Well, A-A-Austin, Her smile lit up the room and released a radiant
warmth that Austin could almost feel. Its nice to meet you.
Alright, Austin. Im sorry about that, I was on the phone with a
Jeans sentence stopped abruptly as both Liz and Austin looked up to greet
her. Her face was white, and you could almost see the hairs standing on her

neck.
Whats wrong? Lizs voice broke the tension in the room. You look
like youve seen a ghost.
Jean blinked her eyes rapidly, subtly rattling her head. Sorry, my
mind must have gone blank there. She walked forward quickly and
extended her hand. Welcome to the Last Hope orphanage. My name is Jean
Rose. How can I help you?
Hello Jean, Liz stood up and firmly grasped the other womans hand.
Elizabeth Arrough, but everyone calls me Liz. Nice to meet you.
Great! Jeans high-pitched exclamation made Austin jump in shock:
he had never heard her voice go that high. Are you looking to adopt? The
words spilled out of her mouth in one quick jumble, and she continued
before Liz even had a chance to respond. Most of our children are outside
right now, playing. I see youve already met Austin. I can go introduce you if
youd like!
Austin was out of breath just listening to Jean babble. He had never
seen her like this. She was usually calm and collected, and carefully
worded, but now Austin barely recognized the woman who was rambling in
front of him.
No, its okay, I actually talked to them already. Liz placed a hand on
Austins shoulder that made him flinch. Austin here was the last one I
needed to talk to.
Wonderful! Jean clapped her hands loudly. Well, would you like me
to show you the rest of the house? We have five bedrooms upstairs. The six
younger children, under ten, sleep two to a room, and the three older
children fill up the other rooms. The two boys share one room, and the
oldest girl: Lisa, has her own bedroom. I can show you them if youd like.

Jean paused for half of a second to catch her breath before chugging on, not
letting anyone interrupt her. I can also show you the kitchen through there.
The dining room through there, Her body jolted quickly as she turned and
pointed with her whole arm to each location she thought of. even though
we dont usually sit together for meals. Sometimes we do, but rarely. Some
children go to their rooms, or the living room, or wherever they want. I try
to get them to eat together, but you know how kids can be. A loud laugh
erupted from her lungs before stopping abruptly and continuing on her
nervous ramble. And I dont want to force them to eat together, I just like it
every so often to make it feel like more of a home. And were standing in the
living room now!
Well, Liz took a deep breath, trying to absorb everything Jean had
just said, and stood up. thank you for the tour, I loved it. It really feels like
home. Jean let out one, loud, awkward laugh at the lame joke before Liz
continued. However, I was hoping we could go into your office and talk?
Of course! Absolutely! Not a problem! After you! Miss Rose held out
her arm toward the hallway away from where Liz and Austin were, and
stood there for a moment.
Um, thank you, but I dont know where it is.
Jeans hair loosened out of its messy bun as she shook her head
rapidly: trying to compose herself. Of course, sorry. She took the lead and
started down the hallway. Right this way.

Well. The wooden door squeaked as it came to a slow halt and

locked into place. That was painful to watch. Liz turned to see the other
woman taking a deep breath with one hand on her hip and one on her desk.
You really need to take a chill pill or something.
Sorry.
You know, this shouldnt surprise you. Liz took a seat in one of the
chairs. Youve known this was coming for years.
I know. Its just A heavy sigh escaped her lungs. When I finally
saw you here, and sitting with him. It just all became so real. She lowered
herself into her chair and placed her elbows on her desk. I panicked.
Moments of tense silence passed before Jean spoke up again. What took
you so long? Its been over four years.
Liz averted her eyes from Jeans and stared at the picture on the wall:
getting lost in her thoughts. Im sorry. Ive been scouting for Eternals, and
spent a few years going from place to place trying to find a safe place for
him. Her eyes glanced back towards the door, and then back to Jean. Ive
been in Azalea for over a year now, and even though its a divin community,
it is the perfect place. There are no signs of Eternal activity at all, and the
town is well-hidden and really hard to find. The elemental signature is a
perfect balance, though, so it should take him a while to come into divinity,
but it wont prevent it either.
Sounds perfect. Jeans eyes fell to the table and she chuckled under
her breath. Its ironic, dont you think? That of all places, youd be taking
him back there.
A smile appeared on Lizs face. Ive thought about that already. I will
just need to put up a barrier so he doesnt find it, Her serious and
contemplative countenance returned. but other than that everything

should be fine.
Silence echoed throughout the room for a few minutes. Jean, once
again, broke it. I hope Nathan and Carrie would be proud to see their plan
still working, and everything were doing for their son.
Liz sighed and looked up at the white ceiling. They would. She
contemplated briefly on whether she was trying to convince Jean or herself,
but she shook that thought away.
I just, Another sigh. have hated hiding the truth from Austin for all
these years. Jean ran her fingers through her hair as she fought back tears,
remembering every lie she told the young Moorin. For four and a half
years, Ive been telling him that his parents passed away in a fire, just like
we agreed, but every time I say it, the more I hate myself. I know hes too
young to understand it all, She stopped for a second, exhaled, then
continued. but that doesnt mean I hate it any less.
Liz reached out a hand and put it on Jeans. I know, and Im sure I
will understand soon enough, but its better that he doesnt find out the
truth about who and what he is until hes old enough to understand why we
did everything. Then, She retracted her hand and leaned back into the
bright red upholstered, chair. hopefully, we will be able to put all of this
behind us. All of us.
Jean met Lizs brown eyes. I hope youre right. She opened a drawer
and grabbed the stack of papers that had been in there for years. Well, I
think its time to tell him the good news. She said solemnly as she handed
Liz the papers with a pen wrapped in them. As she walked to the door and
turned the knob, Jean felt a frown emerge upon her face. She didnt want to
let Austin go, but this was how it was supposed to be. This was how it had

been planned all along.

Jean came out of the office with a downhearted expression, and seeing
that all of the other children had come in, she called Austin in. He jerked
his head up in shock. As he rose clumsily to his feet, the room became dead
silent.

None of the other children had anticipated Austin ever being

adopted, and yet, there he was, walking toward the office where he would
soon be given a new home.
As he entered the office, Austin saw Liz in the corner signing some
papers, and when she looked up, a large grin spread across her face.
Go pack up your things and then we can leave. She told him and
nodded her head softly toward the door.
When Austin turned to go up to his room, Jean caught him. She got
down on her knees and gazed into his emerald eyes
Austin She began, failing to hold back tears.

She drew close and

embraced him in a hug. Im going to miss you. I never want you to forget
us here at the orphanage. You will grow up to do great things, I just know
it.
As she let go, Austin looked at her and wondered what that was all
about. She had never held him so close and so tight, as if he were her own
son. He got a feeling that there was something that she wasnt saying, but
he was too young to understand what it was.
Austin turned around and went up the large flight of stairs. He walked

over to his suitcase and organized it so that it would close with ease. Just
as he was done packing his possessions, or lack thereof, Jean walked into
the room.
Ready to go? She asked, the tears had stopped and her eyes were
now puffy and bright red.
Yeah, I think so, He replied as he looked around the room one more
time to make sure he had everything. Luckily, he didnt have too much to
take. When he was positive that he was finished, he turned back to Jean.
Okay, Im good. Austin was so excited to finally have a real home and
family that the briskness of the process, which traditionally took weeks to
months, never even crossed his mind.
He went to pick up his suitcase, but Jean swiftly intervened.
Here, let me, its the least I could do.
Austin didnt argue, he just followed her down the stairs.

At the

bottom, Liz was waiting there stuffing the paperwork into her pocket. She
looked at him and a smile spread across her face, only adding to her
cheerful aura. Ready to go?
Austins smile was still an unusual sight to nearly everyone in the
room. Yep, Im good.
Well, the car is in the parking lot across the street. Shall we go?
Austin didnt say anything; he just looked at her and nodded. When
they got to the car, Jean put Austins suitcase in the trunk and turned
towards him. She gave him one last hug and started to walk back to the

old, partially decrepit orphanage, knowing that if she stayed any longer, she
might not be able to give him up.
As Liz opened his door, Austin looked back at Last Hope and saw Jean
waving with the rest of the children standing only inches behind her, visibly
indifferent to his departure. He smiled and waved back, his eyes beginning
to burn, signaling the approaching tears that were about to fall.

As he

turned back to look at Liz, he saw a dark figure on the roof of the
orphanage.
Hey, Liz, whats that up top? He asked, pointing to the dark shape.
Oh, its probably just a bird or som... She turned her head and
looked up at it. She started to shake as her cheerfulness instantly melted
away. Adam the name came out, barely audible. GET DOWN! Her
voice quickly rose to a scream. She spun around and threw her body over
Austins. He was thrown down onto the seat with Liz on top of him before
he could process a single thought.
Whats going As he started to speak, he looked over Lizs shoulder
and saw the figure lift his arm out in front of him, palm facing the sky. Then,
a bright, blinding light erupted from the orphanage. He looked back to see
it burst into a sea of flames. As he pushed Liz away, he could see the inferno
engulfing the orphanage and saw it slowly crumble to the ground.
NOOO!!!!!! He screamed, thrashing to break free of Liz as she put her
arms over his head again. Just as soon as she had, an explosion that rang
out for dozens of miles blasted out into the frigid winter air. He could feel

the debris scatter and slam into the car, shattering the windows, and the
heat of the flames blazed into his skin like an iron brand. From the car, he
could hear all of the children screaming, but his new foster mother was
blocking his view. He managed to squirm his way out from under her and
saw all the kids running around in an aimless panic, with Jean
unsuccessfully trying to calm them. Liz sat up and pulled Austin out of the
car, scanning him for any injuries, and ignoring her own. He was standing
there, frozen in shock, staring at the flickering inferno, when Jean
appeared.
Are you guys okay? She was visibly panicking and holding a cut on
her shoulder.
Yeah, were fine. Lizs voice was shaking, almost as much as she
was.
Good, then you guys need to get out of here. NOW!
Liz took a deep breath and nodded. She turned back to her new son.
Im sorry, Austin.

What? What is -? As he felt himself begin to freak

out, Liz put her hands on his shoulder, and he heard her whisper one word
under her breath: pulse.
Suddenly, the fire was gone, and so was Jean. The world around them
started to twist and warp: only Liz remained unfazed. He felt an extremely
overwhelming pressure envelop him, and he started to black out from its
force. Then, in an instant, it was gone and he felt a gentle breeze on his
face. Sounds of birds and trees swaying filled the air. His vision returned

and the greenery of a forest surrounded him. Although the pressure was
gone, and he was on stable ground again: his head started spinning.
Wha- How? I? One second he was at the orphanage, watching it
burn to the ground, and then he was in a clearing in the woods. What is
going on? He looked frantically at Liz, who was surveying the area. TELL
ME!
The woman took a deep breath. Im sorry, Austin. She started,
ignoring his freak-out. This was not part of the plan. The ground was soft
as she knelt down. I hope you can understand one day why we did all of
this.
What are you talking ab- Before he could finish, Liz pulled him in
and kissed his forehead. Suddenly he was calm and felt a wave of
exhaustion wash over him. His memories of the orphanage began to fade.
Soon, he entirely forgot what his previous home had looked like, the
explosion that was still ringing in his ears, and then, finally, Jean Rose.
Every thought and feeling blurred until they were all gone. Not one memory
remained of any moment before that one. His mind was blank and his eyes
started to close as he began to succumb to the strange feeling. The last
thing he remembered before the world around him went dark were flashes
of memories of the life he had always had with the only family he had ever
known: his mother Liz.

 Chapter 1
Austin could feel the sun radiating through the bedroom window,
warming his face as he slowly regained consciousness. He blinked his eyes
rapidly to adjust to the bright light shining directly on him. As his senses
slowly returned to full function, he picked up the scent of his mothers
specialty: crispy, nearly-charcoal-toast. The familiarity of the scene used to
be a comfort to the teenager, but now all he wanted was something different
than the same monotonous routine he had become so accustomed to; the
second hand of his watch was less predictable.
After a few minutes of all out mental war, the side of joining the rest
of humanity and trying to be productive with his day won; he rolled out of
bed and absentmindedly changed into comfortable clothes. He stretched
and tried to shake his body awake, an act that was only partially successful.
After a quick trip to the bathroom, he drifted down the second-floor hallway
and down the stairs toward the well-known aroma.
Youre up earlier than usual. Elizabeth Arrough was standing in
front of the stove, trying not to also burn the eggs she was cooking.
I always wake up around now. He pulled out a stool on the other
side of the counter. His words seemed distant from him, as his body was
awake, but his mind was still catching up.
Liz brushed off Austins emotionless remark and attempted to make
the charcoal toast taste better with a large slab of butter. So whats the

plan for today? The usual homework and walk around town, or do you have
anything exciting planned?
Austin shrugged and looked at the TV in their living room. The news
as usual. It was always on at this time, just another part of the daily routine
that he could never escape. No, I dont exactly have friends to hang out
with, and besides, nothing exciting ever happens in this town.
Liz shot him a concerned look, Its a beautiful day out; you shouldnt
mope around inside. Austin shot her a glare. Okay, I know youre not
moping, but what about Anthony? Or Mariah? You hang out with them
sometimes, right?
I havent talked to Tony since school started a couple months ago,
and I really dont want to hang out with Mariah alone. He watched as Liz
frantically tried to coordinate her meal so nothing else got burned in the
process. Besides, He started between bites. theyre okay to hang out
with every so often, but Id hardly consider either of them my friend. A
loud crunch drifted into the air as Austin bit into the dark toast. Liz had
gotten better at cooking in the past year, but he had gotten all too used to
the aroma of food burning. It was a good thing he learned to like everything
a bit more well-done. If the breakfast had been burned any more than it
was, he would have just made it himself.
You really should make more of an effort to get along with more kids
around your age. It might help you feel not so bored and it would give you
something different to do.

In the last nine years since we moved here from Maryland, I havent
really met anyone Ive clicked with, let alone around my age. He shrugged
and looked out the window. Besides, therere only a few teenagers in this
town and they always seem to be busy, or visiting somewhere else.
Austin failed to notice the sympathetic look Liz was giving him, his
gazed focused on the quiet street outside. Im sorry Austin, I wish I knew
what to say, but thats one of the problems of living in a small town. This is
all my fault, if I would have just moved us to a larger town, you might not
feel so alone.
Austin turned to Liz and flashed a half-smile. Im not alone, I still
have you and Aunt Brooke. Anyway, dont worry about it, Im fine, Ive
always been able to find things to do. Its really not that bad. The forced
expression faded and he shrugged. I mean; it could be worse.
She exhaled sharply shook her head softly, a smile spreading across
her face. Youre so awesome; I couldnt have asked for a better son.
He rolled his eyes. Well, then its a good thing you got me.
His smile actually managed to make her feel a little bit better, but it
wasnt for long, it never was. Her guilt always managed to permeate
through whenever she knew he was feeling down; it was partially her fault
after all, and she never let herself forget that.
After a moment of silence, Austin stood up. I think Im going to head
out and just walk around for a while.
Liz nodded subtly. Okay, thats fine, just dont wander off too far or

stay out too late. She looked down at the stove and let out an exasperated
sigh. Just make sure you grab something to eat if youre going to be out
late. She held up the pan with the black eggs. Unless you want the Liz
special.
A shiver rippled down his spine. Maybe next time, but thanks
anyway. His barstool made a loud scratching noise as he dragged it back
into place underneath the counter. Ill see you in a little while.
Alright, She went to scrape the remains of her attempted meal into
the trash before a memory surfaced. Oh, remember, Brooke is coming over
for dinner, its my turn to cook.
Austin turned to face her briefly and chuckled. Okay, Ill be back
early. What do you want me to pick up?
Liz smiled at how well he knew her. Some kind of pasta and a salad,
that way its not obvious that we picked something up.
Okay, will do, Ill go to Antonios around two-thirty. A genuine laugh
escaped his throat as he turned to leave. Alright, Ill see you later. While
he hated how boring his life was, he did genuinely love Liz and appreciate
everything she did for him.

The gleaming sun met his face in a warm

embrace as he walked into Azaleas clean fresh air.

Hi, Austin! How are you today?

Pretty good, thanks. How are you, Mrs. Forray?
Well, Im not in the hospital and the sun is still shining, so it must be

a good day! Jane Forrays omnipresent smile was just another piece of the
never-changing environment in which he lived. He could always count on
things staying the same, including his neighbors bright and carefree
attitude.
After hours of walking around the streets and woods of the small town
he called home, Austin reaffirmed how well he knew Azalea and its
encompassing woods, and the likelihood that he could produce a map from
memory. It had been months since he had stumbled upon anything different
or interesting, and the last thing had just been a half-uprooted, onehundred-year-old tree in the woods near the local supermarket; hardly
front-page or breaking news-worthy.
Every day for as long as he could remember he would work on any
school assignment he had before taking a walk around town and exploring
the seemingly unending woods around Azalea, even when it was raining or
snowing. Especially when it was raining or snowing. He closed his eyes and
smiled as he imagined the feeling of the wind whipping in a powerful
thunderstorm

or

blizzard.

After

few

moments,

he

regained

his

downhearted expression and walked toward the small park in Azaleas

center. He shook his head as he remembered the English paper he was
supposed to be working that he wanted to do about as much as he wanted
to jump out of a plane without a parachute. Liz had insisted since they
moved to the small town that he be cyber-schooled, as the closest school
was still dozens of miles away, and not a place Austin wanted to be. She had

always held firm on that idea no matter how many times the boy argued
otherwise. All he wanted was to live a normal life, go to a public high school
like a normal teenager, have friends he could hang out, or even drive a car.
However, none of that was a reality. He was trapped in Azalea, and nothing
he had ever said to Liz had she had never budged, even knowing how much
Austin longed to get out and just benormal.
He stared down at his reflection, looking as ordinary as possible in the
small lake in Azaleas center park. His straight black-brown hair was still as
short as it always was, with the little bangs he had swept up and to the side.
He saw the bright, emerald green of his eyes staring back at him. He shook
his head and threw a rock at his image. Austin didnt know what was wrong
and why he was feeling like this. Recently, the feeling of emptiness, as if
something was missing, or off, had grown exponentially. It had started to
take over and he had no clue what to do to make it go away, or why now?
Life had always been relatively boring and uneventful with Liz, but it never
used to bother him, not this much at least.
He looked up and saw the sun was starting to creep towards the west.
With one last glance at the reflection of the stranger staring back in the
water, he shook his head to try to feel better, and headed to Antonios.

Hey Austin, did you see the pasta your mother made? She actually
managed not to burn it!

Austin smiled and made brief eye contact with Liz. Yeah, I know, she
must have actually been paying attention for once. Brooke was the only
other person in this town that he was close to, and it was a nice change to
have her over a couple times a week. She was different and not as
predictable as her sister, which is why Austin loved having her around.
Brooke smiled at her nephew as he sat down at the table across from
her. So are you excited to be in your second year of high school?
Austin let out a sigh. Not really, considering Im still at home, just
with a computer in front of my face telling me what Im supposed to be
learning.
Brookes mouth opened, but Lizs voice was faster. Weve talked
about this before, youre in Cyber School because the closest school is 30
miles away, and its not a very good one. At least doing it like this, you dont
have to travel close to an hour each way, which is really far for me or
Brooke to go, and are getting a higher quality of education, while being able
to sleep in more and set your own schedule.
Yeah, I know I know all of that, but at least I would get to live like a
normal teenager. Austin knew this argument all too well, but it could never
hurt to try it again. Besides, youre always telling me to try to make friends
around my age, that would be the perfect way to do it.
Brooke turned her gaze to Liz, clearly enjoying being able to play the
spectator role. Her sister groaned and sat down next to Brooke to face her
son. Youre right, but thats really far to go, and overall, I value you getting

a better education so youll be able to do better in the future. I know you

want a normal childhood, and I can understand and appreciate that, but in
this day and age Cyber School is pretty common, and I guarantee youre not
the only one doing it; you just have to try to make the most out of it. Austin
maintained his gaze away from her and remained silent, subtly admitting
defeat once again. And besides, you only have a little more than two years
before you turn eighteen, then, if you dont want to finish your senior year
online, then we can discuss figuring something out so that you can go to a
normal school if you still hate it here and hate being there with us. The
lowered volume in Lizs voice made it clear that she was getting upset.
Austin noticed it and exhaled deeply at the divergence in the familiar
conversation that had never been happened before. Its not that I hate it
here, and its definitely not like I hate you guys, I just hate feeling trapped
in one spot.

I wish I could live like a normal teenager in a town where

theres actually stuff to do. I dont hate you guys, I just hate how isolated we
are in the middle of nowhere-South Dakota. He averted his eyes, not
wanting to see if his words were hurting the only family he knew.
Nevertheless, Liz kept her eyes focused on Austin.
Im sorry you feel this way, but one day, maybe even someday soon,
youll appreciate living here where its nice and quiet and away from the
bustle of bigger cities, and maybe even miss it. I know we dont go out that
much, and have never been out of the country or anywhere special, but
having to grow up humble and not being handed everything you want will

make you a better person in the end.

I promise that one day youll see

living out here put you in a better place, you just may not see it yet. Her
voice was almost quivering with sincerity. She wanted Austin to try to
understand part of the reason she dragged him all the way out to Azalea,
even if he couldnt know about everything just yet.
The suns warmth illuminated his face as he shook his head in
disbelief. I dont see how thats possible.
Liz sighed, realizing she hadnt made as much headway as she
thought. Look Austin, Ive seen the real world, and thats why I left the big
cities and chose to live in Azalea where things are slower and calmer. I
would much rather take peace over chaos any day.
Peace is nice for a while, but life without some sort of chaos gets
boring and dull, and things fall into a never-ending cycle of the same
routine every day. On top of that, theres no hardships, and without chaos
or hardships to face and overcome, Ill never be able to get real life
experience or be able to really grow as a person. The wind outside could
be heard as the weight of the conversation silenced the small dining area.
Austins words lingered in the air. Liz was stunned at the depth of his
thought process, and how well he had already begun to understand the
world, despite being isolated from it. Trust me Austin, you dont want a lot
of hardships and struggle in life, it may build character in the end, but
wanting the stress and anxiety that they bring is just crazy.
I know that life isnt going to be easy, and that it will be

overwhelming at times, but at least when its over, youre a stronger and
better person, and isnt that what life is supposed to be about: learning from
your struggles and growing as a person?
Thats one way to look at it, but to me, life is about protecting the
ones you care about, even if they dont always understand that theyre
doing what they think is best. There was growing tension in the air: Austin
and Liz rarely ever argued, and never fought. Their conversations always
bordered on the simple and mundane, Liz couldnt think of the last time
they had a discussion that delved much deeper than places they would like
to visit or what they thought about a movie they just saw.
I know youre doing what you think is best, but life has been so
orderly and uneventful since we moved here. A sighed escaped his lips, as
the Arrough sisters gaze remained steadfast on him. Sometimes I just wish
things happened around here, that I could actually go out and do something
instead of walking the same street a million times.
You might regret that wish someday. The words barely came out as
a whisper, much below the volume that anyone else besides Liz could hear.
Her hair bounced slightly as she jerked her head up with a laugh and a
smile that would only be able to convince the most nave. You really need
to stop watching so many movies, life is a lot more boring than you see on
the screen. Her son rolled his eyes at the comment. It was obvious she
couldnt change the subject or dissolve the tension in the air so quickly.
Austin, Her voice dropping to a more serious tone again. I understand

where youre coming from, and you dont have too much longer before
youll be able to go out on your own, but for now, just try to enjoy being a
teenager. I know you havent had the normal teenage experience, and for
that, Im truly sorry. One day you will understand that this has been for
your own good, whether you realize it or not.
Silence lingered in the air as the sound of swaying trees diffused
through the room. Finally, Austins soft words pervaded the quiet home.
Its just, its always felt like something was off, like I was meant to live a
different life. Its not that Im not happy here; its just that Ive always felt
like something was missing. As if there is another life out there that I was
supposed to be a part of. I dont know exactly how to describe it, but it just
feels like theres supposed to be somethingmore.
Austin watched as a doe hesitantly walked into their wooded back
yard, followed by a small herd of five followers. The deer managed to hold
the small familys gaze until Brooke spoke out minutes later. Alright, how
about we all get some fresh air. We can heat up her ziti that looks
surprisingly like the one from Antonios when we get back, but for now, who
wants to go for a car ride, maybe get out of this town for a couple hours.
Its only three-thirty, its still relatively early for dinner.
A smile spread across Lizs lips at her sisters effort. I dont know
what youre talking about, I clearly made that here! It doesnt look anything
like their ziti! Tell her Austin.
A second passed before Austins serious countenance melted into a

more jovial one. Shes right, she made it here. From scratch. Even the
noodles, I was very impressed. A thin smile spread across his lips as the air
began to lighten.
Well, in that case, Im impressed too! Brooke smiled and looked at
her nephew. So what do you say, want to get out of this boring town for a
little while?
Before Austin could respond, Liz intercepted the conversation. Dont
act like youre doing this for us, youre just trying to find reasons to take
your new car out. A sigh navigated out of Lizs mouth at the positive
change of atmosphere. Alright, I guess we have nothing planned for the
day. If were going to be out driving around, would you want to drive to
Rapid City? I know its about an hour away, but at least theres some more
interesting stuff to do around there.
Of course, its not that far, especially with me driving. The younger
Arrough laughed and stood up. Ill go bring the car over and throw in a
couple drinks and snacks for the road.
Liz rotated her head to face Austin as the door closed behind her
sister. Austin, you know how much I love you, right?
I know, he got up and grabbed his light jacket from the back of his
chair. I love you too, mom. The smile he showed was sincere, temporarily
outshining the darkness of the conversation that happened only five minutes
prior.
Brookes car pulled into the driveway, but before Austin could open

the door, Liz grabbed his arm. Is everything okay between us?
He smiled and nodded softly. Definitely, no matter what happens, I
cant stay mad at you for long.
Her arms wrapped around him as she pulled him in for an embrace.
Ill always be there for you, no matter what.
I know.
His genuinely heart-felt smile turned away from her as he opened the
door and walked to meet his aunt. The loud horn of Brookes car shook Liz
to attention. Her sons claim to shotgun made a grin flash across her face.
She walked to the closet and pulled out a coat, turning to see Austin
adjusting the radio in the passenger seat.

I wish I could protect you

forever; that things could stay peaceful and boring, but pretty soon I wont
be able to. Then, youll finally get your wish. Her hand tightly grasped the
front doors brass handle, trying to hold on to how things were, knowing
that she couldnt hang on much longer. Her shoulder-length dirty-blonde
hair fell in her line of sight as she shook her head. The handle creaked
quietly as she opened the door to meet her family. One day at a time.

 Chapter 2

Where am I? Austin felt a strange warmth suddenly envelop him. As

he opened his sleep-heavy eyes, he noticed he was in a blurry, dimly lit
room.
After a few seconds of attempting to focus on the objects around him,
his vision finally cleared. The sight amazed, yet terrified him. The scene was
like something from a far-off memory; like something that had happened in
a different lifetime, but was somehow still as familiar as the town he had
been trapped in for most of his life: he was standing on a tattered rug in an
old building with outdated wallpaper and creaky wooden floors. Bunk beds
with unremarkable bed sheets lined one side of the room he was in, with
two dressers on the far side with which he stood over a foot taller.
The room was a sight hed grown accustomed to in the past couple
years. He first had the dream on his thirteenth birthday, and then not again
until the May after he turned 14. However, he had begun having it more and
more frequently. Now, it was a scene he experienced at least once a week,
yet he still couldnt figure out what connection he had to it. Then,
interrupting the dj vu, a searing pain pulsated throughout his head as he
fell to his knees. What the he- before he could finish his sentence, two
words from a childs voice echoed throughout the walls of Austins mind:
Whats that?

As the last echo tore through his head, an explosion rang out, and
flames engulfed the room and the rest of the building as far as he could see.
The sound of children screaming reverberated through the room as he ran
through the flames to the window, trying to figure out what was happening.
Whats this? This hasnt happened before! The blaze danced around the
invisible barrier that surrounded him, leaving him unscathed. The world
warped around him as his gaze focused and he saw a line of children
outside, every one of them crying out and yelling. Behind them, in leaning
into a car, a woman stood with short brown hair. Although he was too far
away to make out any features, he could almost smell her light lavender
perfume.
Go!
The command pounded through his head as he fell back to the floor.
The pain was overwhelming as the invisible barrier around him dissipated
and the heat from the inferno flooded over him. No, this isnt happening; it
cant be happening. He looked up again, tears beginning to stream down
his face and gasping for air. The smoke was beginning to creep into his
lungs. How? This isnt real! The red glow from the fire was still visible
through the backs of his eyelids as he shook his head. Its just a dream!
He cringed in pain as he pinched his arm as hard as he could. Wake up,
Austin. Wake up! The lightheadedness became overwhelming as he fell to
the ground. Barely managing to lift his head, he saw a woman standing in
the midst of the raging flames, completely unscathed as the flames danced

around her, almost rhythmically.

Please. He rasped. Help me.
She looked at him and paid no notice to his plea. The flames spread
around her, and in an instance she was gone, vanishing as quickly as she
had appeared.
No, The soft whisper barely managed to escape his lips. get me out
of here. This isnt real, it cant be The blaze finally seemed to notice him.
It started to creep gradually toward him, desperately longing for something
to devour, something else to claim as its victim, as if the building he was in
was not enough. He managed to rasp out a curse as the flames lunged
maliciously at him. An overwhelming heat encompassed him before he
passed out, falling deep into the void of his nightmare that was slowly
driving him off his mental cliff.
A pillow hit the floor as Austin jolted up in his bed, panting from the
nightmare from which he had just awoken. He threw his feet over the side
of the bed facing the window of his bedroom. The upper half of the sun was
just visible over the tree line, giving the sky a bright orange glow as far as
he could see. What just happened? He was relieved to be out of that
nightmare, but was troubled by it as well. He had wondered about the
dream of that home before, but it had always shifted to something else; it
was always just a fleeting image. However, this time was different. The
explosion, the woman, and the overwhelming sense of dj vu: it all
unsettled him. Whats going on? His voice echoed for only a second before

it drifted off into the crisp, fall air around him.

Do we need anything at the grocery store? Austins gaze was drawn

to the shop windows as they walked down the main street of Azalea.
Liz looked back at him. No, I think we have enough stuff at home to
last us the rest of the week. She turned around and kept walking,
occasionally diverting a carefree glance to the dozens of stores windows.
Okay, I was just curio His voice trailed off as he looked into the
window of the local bookshop. The burning light of the sun beating
overhead gave a bright glow to the dark windows. Yet, there was an outline
that appeared to be suspended between the frames, void of origin. After a
quick survey of the area, he couldnt find anything that could be casting the
shape that he was seeing. The edges of the silhouette flowed as if the thin
layer of glass held water, suspending a dark, mesmerizing image. As Austin
looked closer, he thought the figure looked familiar, almost as if it had come
from a dream.
Whats wrong? Lizs hand on his shoulder startled him as she stared
at their reflection in the local bookshop that they had passed more times
than she could count, trying to decipher what had frozen him. What are
you looking at?
Austin shook his head and blinked: the window was normal, and the
only thing he was looking at was his own confused stare. Nothing. Thought
I saw something. He rubbed his forehead, the headache that had appeared

out of nowhere had, just like the shadow, gone in an instant. Come on, lets
get home, its hot out here. As they walked back to their house, Austin
caught an occasional glimpse of a dark figure in the trees that followed
them as they made their way back to their house.

Austin, can you come here for a minute? Lizs call echoed into his
spacious second-floor bedroom.
Sure, give me a second. Austin was looking out his window into the
beautiful scenery of Azalea he had come to know so well over the past nine
years. He broke away from his trance and headed for the door.
As he reached the door, his head exploded in agony. His hand flew to
his face as he gripped his forehead, as his other gripped the white
doorframe to steady himself. Then, suddenly, a womans voice echoed
through his mind. He couldnt understand the words; all he heard was a
voice, resonating endlessly around him. Then, as quickly as it came, it was
gone.
Austin sighed, relieved that it was over. His eyes drifted up and his
heart raced as his stomach hit the floor. There was a pitch-black figure
hovering in the middle of his room. The womans figure seemed to flow like
water, and she bobbed up and down in midair, with ebony tendrils brushing
along the hardwood floor. As Austin stared in confusion, the headache that
he had so longingly missed returned in tenfold. A cold gust swept through
the room and a womans voice echoed in his head once again, only this time,

he understood the one word she spoke

Soon.
When the voice stopped echoing, the dark figure imploded and
vanished, leaving his room the way it was when she had appeared.
Austin, his heart slowly realizing it had not just run a marathon, and
his breath coming out in less heavy pants, shook his head violently
attempting to erase the horrifying scene hed just witnessed. He turned
around and ran down the stairs, hoping that what had just happened, never
did again.

Austin looked out the large, lone window in the dining room at the
nearly-pitch-black sky, traces of orange barely peeking above the wall of
trees with the crescent moon watching as it began its temporary rule of the
skies. It was hard to believe the horrifying event that had happened in his
room only a few hours ago. It felt like it had happened in another life. He
turned back to Liz, who was also staring out the window, and broke the
silence that had taken over the small room. Can you believe Im already
sixteen?
Liz smiled at his question. No, Im still trying to wrap my head
around the fact that youre a teenager.
Well, youve had a few years to get used to it, whats taking so long?
Liz grinned slightly at the comment. A few moments passed before he broke
the silence. Anyway, Im going to go to bed, Ill see you in the morning. He

stood up and walked toward the stairs, floorboards creaking in soft rhythms
beneath his feet.
Good night, sleep well. The affection in her tone was clear, but her
blank stare was situated firmly on the dining room floorboards.
I will. He was nearly up the last step as he responded to Lizs
routine last words. His hand gripped the top of the staircase railing and he
stopped briefly. Liz and Austin each took a deep breath; they were both
going through something respectively. As they exhaled, they each made up
their minds that they would confide their thoughts and feelings to each
other tomorrow, hoping nothing would happen before then to add to their
burdens.

Where am I? Austins voice echoed in the dark never-ending abyss

around him. What is this? He was sure that he was in another dream, as
his entire body felt light as a feather drifting in the wind, but the difficulty
of movement argued otherwise.
Whats going on? His voice trailed off into the void, desperately
trying to grasp what was happening. Hello? His yell quickly faded,
seemingly the second it escaped his lips, dissipating into the dark
atmosphere that enveloped him. This is a dream, but how? This all feels
so... He looked down to see if he could see his hands, but there was

nothing; it was too dark. Even though he could feel his body, the darkness
robbed him of his ability to see it.
As he tried to sort out the possibilities of what was happening, a
heavy force fell upon him, pushing him violently downward. The descent
carried on for what felt like hours, flying motionless down into the abyss,
before, after a few seconds, he came to a jolting stop. When his head
stopped spinning, he looked around himself quickly with the hopes that he
would have some company besides the utter darkness. Even though he was
afraid of and confused by the void, he had begun to feel an inner-calm
within it. He felt safe in the nothingness, as if he could drift away into its
eternity and find peace. Breaking his trance, a wisp of light emerged in
front of him. It began to drift toward him and started shaping into a
humanoid form.
Hello? He asked, a ray of hope spreading across every pore in his
body. Only this time when he spoke, his voice seemed to carry for a distance
before being dropped off like a dandelion seed drifted far from its home.
Could there actually be other people here? The mere thought of it both
raised his spirits, and sent a nervous shiver down his spine. He didnt know
who or what it was, or if it was planning to help him, or kill him. But yet, he
couldnt look away, nor did he want to: an overwhelming curiosity drove him
forward.
He kept walking toward the light, stealthily as possible, and it was
clear, now that the figure was closer, that it was a woman. He couldnt place

it at first, but in the meanwhile that she had been closing the gap between
them, he noticed it was the same woman that had been haunting him both
in his dreams and in his life. Although, she wasnt haunting now, she was
almost heavenly. She had wavy blonde hair that fell elegantly in heaps to the
small of her back. Her body was slim, but covered by a loose, deep brown
dress that covered her chest and fell to her bare feet. The garment had
separate, thick straps that weaved over her bare arms, connecting to her
palms. Every inch of her, including the almost glowing dress she wore, was
flowing as if she was suspended in a pool of water. She had a magnificent
aura that fought against the dark that struggled to engulf her. Awe-inspiring
was the only term that Austin could think about to describe this mysterious
beauty.
Hello Austin, my name Her voice was soft, yet void of any
emotion, just endlessly calm. is Aliera.
Not a second after she had spoken, she vanished, dissipated into the
darkness. Austin was at a complete loss for words, there was another
person with him, someone comforting, who took his unwanted gift of
loneliness, and then re-gifted it only moments later. Now, his sole
companion was once again the dark.
Once more, an invisible force exponentially stronger than the first
shoved him downward, deeper into the dark. He closed his eyes in hope that
it would end soon, and he would wake up to find that he was out of this
nightmare, in his house with Liz once again. After an eternity, he came to a

halting stop, and Austin felt himself lying in the void once again.
What happened? He couldnt move; his cheek was pressed up
against the floor that wasnt there, and no matter how hard he struggled to
break free from his invisible bonds, he was completely immobile.
Why do you attempt to escape, Austin? The voice came from
nowhere, yet everywhere. It seemed to echo throughout his head,
reverberating off of every wall in his mind. His neck broke free from the
invisible force and he looked up. An image began to materialize a few
meters ahead. It was Aliera. With her, a light-stained hardwood floor slowly
crept out of the dark beneath her footsteps. Creamy, tan-colored walls
sprouted from the floor on all four sides as if they had been planted,
watered, and now it was their turn to stop hiding beneath the cold, winter
ground. The walls were decorated with thick, elegant patterns of white vine
that veined up from the floor to the top of the walls. Finally, a ceiling slid
over the four walls like a sliding puzzle piece moving into place, banishing
any presence of the void from Austins sight, and for the first time in what
seemed like decades. The dark ceiling was utterly awe-inspiring; it had the
pattern of stars on it, so lifelike, that it made him feel as if he were lying
outside in the country on a clear summers night, staring into the vast
universe hanging delicately above. With every step she took, the air around
her became more and more heavenly. Do you not like the sanctuary that I
have created for you here?
Her voice seemed to caress his soul, partially soothing every fear and

question that had coursed through him. I have been expecting you for quite
some time now, She steadily walked toward him, her blonde hair flowing in
rhythmic waves. Do you wish to disappoint me, Austin? Her crimson eyes
were glowing like the dawning sun as she stared at him, her gaze
penetrating his soul and hypnotizing him.
How do you know my name? He barely managed to utter his words
as he drifted further into the comfort of her gaze, his voice laced with everdecreasing portions of suspicion. And who are you?
I believe, Austin, that I have already answered both of those
questions, but for you, I shall repeat. Austins eyes grew wide at her
incredible ability. I have known you and your fate since the day you were
brought into this world, Austin.
You can read minds? What else can you do?
As I have said previously, my name is Aliera, and you would be wise
to remember it. For, you see, Austin, Aliera began to sink to the floor,
stopping inches above the slightly scratched hardwood. I am your
Divinide.
Austins eyebrow involuntarily rose. Divinide? Really? What is that
supposed to be?
Aliera retained her emotionless faade. Arguably the most significant
figure in a divins entire life. A Divinide is, in essence, a spirit guide to a
newly awakened divin to ease them into maturity and help them control
their abilities. She never wavered in her stance above the floor, nor did she

falter her gaze upon Austin.

Austins head was spinning rapidly. Wait! What is a divin. And what
abilities? Who are you really and what are you talking about?
I am many different forms to many different people, but you are one
of the most important of them all. I shall explain. The world is dominated by
humans, and to the naked eye, they are all the same with some genetic
variation. However, this is not entirely accurate. There are some humans
who are gifted with the ability to control the natural elements of the world,
A strong wind swept through the room, pushing Austin backwards, but
leaving Aliera and the objects of the room unmoved. Air, Suddenly, the
wind stopped entirely, but was almost instantly replaced with an explosion
that engulfed the small enclosure in towering flames. Fire, As the heat
became too much for Austin to handle, and he started to black out, the fire
dissipated.

Then,

the

room

they

were

in

blurred

as

they

were

instantaneously transported elsewhere. They were now standing in a deep

valley, surrounded by countless trees and mountains that rose high above
them. Earth. Then, a pressure pushed down upon him, and he saw
everything warp in a quick blur. He closed his eyes, hoping it would end
soon, but he opened them when he felt a cool wetness envelop him. The
sight amazed him: he was deep in the ocean, the rays of light shining bright
above him where the water succumbed to the air. And water. Less than a
second later, and they were back in the room Aliera had created. These
four elements primarily make up the world in which you live, and are things

without which humanity cannot survive, and the divin are those who have
the ability to manipulate them to their will.
Austin shook his head in complete disbelief. He knew what she was
saying sounded insane, but somehow, something within him resonated with
it, and he knew it was true. But how is that even possible?
Aliera remained emotionless. Since humanitys beginnings, there
have been those who have respected and acknowledged the power that the
natural world held. Over time, those most in harmony with nature began
developing the ability to manipulate their surroundings. Over time, this trait
was passed down through generation, and just as the world evolved so did
the divin. Austin was completely mesmerized by this woman and he only
fell deeper under her spell with every word. All living things are born with
spirit energy: the energy that makes up their being and drives them forward
throughout lifes twisting path. However, divin are also born with elemental
energy, which often awakens in them during their adolescent years. While it
varies between each individual divin when this force awakens, it is also
possible that divin go their entire lives without developing their elemental
energy. This energy can then be built up and mixed with specific elemental
energies to manipulate the elements around them. This is called creating
elemental pressure, which can then be transformed into artes, which are
the physical exhibitions of a divins abilities.
Austin grasped his forehead at the flood of information. Slow down,
He shook his head. this is too much to take in, I need a second to process

this. So Imdivin?
Yes. She began to float upwards slowly. I cannot explain more now,
but there will be others to guide and assist you. In the near future you will
be ripped away from the world you know, and thrust into a new one, one
that will hold many difficulties and obstacles to overcome. You will be forced
to face loss, test your relationships, deal with heartbreak and the loss of
loved ones, and face enemies the likes of which you have only previously
dreamed. Your role upon this Earth is now beginning to unfold. You were
born for a specific role, but there will always be things that can veer you
away from your destiny. Do not follow them; keep your mind focused; do not
stray from the light that has been and always will be there to guide you.
Austin had no idea what had caused Aliera to go on her prophetical rant,
but he found himself clinging to every word she said, like it would be the
last he ever heard, and was the difference between life and death. Be
careful, for your true life begins now. As the last words left her lips, her
figure began to dissolve.
Im divinAustins mind clung to that idea throughout Alieras
speech. The word had an air about it, like it was spoken just for his ears,
and dove down to the pit of his soul. It gave him a sense of warmth,
comfort, and yet, confusion. He broke away from his trance once again and
looked at Aliera who was now gradually fading away. Wait! He desperately
called out to her. What are you talking about? Hey, please, explain all of
this! Dont go yet! ran toward her dissolving body, utter desperation

beginning to punch through his countenance.

All of the answers will come in time, Austin, Alieras voice seemed to
bombard Austin from every direction, confused and helpless. He stared
ahead into the small portion of Alieras figure that remained. All in due
time. For now, continue to live your life, and let the natural course of events
unfold: Your destiny will always find you. Goodbye; this is only the first of
many times we shall speak. Her voice began to taper off until it was barely
above a whisper. Go. She was barely audible within his head. I think your
assistance will be required shortly.
By the time he had reached the spot where Aliera was, she was
already gone, evaporated into the fake sky hanging above. He pounded his
fist at the ground, but where his hand should have sent out a booming thud,
it fractured the hardwood floor. As it passed through, the entire room
surrounding him shattered into a million shards of bright, white light, and
he began to plunge into the void again.
Amidst his decline, he heard a loud clamoring sound. It sounded
extremely distant, as though it was from a forgotten memory longing to be
remembered.
He fell continuously faster, and an overwhelming pressure exerted
itself on him. Austin was sure that this time would be the end of him, but
just before it finally ceased, he could have sworn that he felt the warm
comfort of a stiffened bed, just like the one he had become so accustomed to
at Lizs.

 Chapter 3
What the -? Austin jolted up in bed, startled by the loud bang that
resonated up to his second floor bedroom. Within seconds he was fully
awakened from his deep sleep, his body pumping with adrenaline. He ran
out of his room and down the carpeted staircase at the end of the snowwhite hallway. As he rounded the corner, he saw Liz sitting on the ground in
the kitchen. After quickly surveying the area, he realized there was nobody
else around and went over to her. He glanced up at the open cabinet, and
then down at the three large pots lying next to his mother, sitting on the
ground and leaning against the oak cabinets.
He tried to stifle a laugh, but one escaped nonetheless. Again?
How many times have you told me to rearrange this kitchen so this
stuff isnt on top? She kept her gaze locked on the linoleum floor, still
letting her all-too-common move sink in.
He sat on the ground next to her, pushing the larger pot out of the
way, and smiled. At least fourteen, fifteen now. But whos counting?
Her hair fell to conceal her face as she smiled at the ground. These
displays of clumsiness of hers were all too infamous. Well, She grabbed
the counter and started to get up. Austin quickly stood and offered his hand
in assistance. thanks. She continued after brushing herself off. Now that
thats out of the way, Im actually going to make breakfast.
Sounds good. Do you need any help?
No, I should be fine.
Alright, He turned and started heading back upstairs. Then, Im
going to go get ready. He reached the stairs. Ill be back down.

The barstool screeched as it slid on the hardwood floor. Liz slid a plate

in front of him. Um, you do know that it was already dead. Right? He held
up the charcoaled bacon, and then the blackened toast. This is a bit
overkill.
Thats why they invented butter. She laughed and sat down on the
other side of the counter.
He simply smiled and started eating. Actually not as bad as I was
expecting.
She could tell he was serious by the tone of surprise in his voice. Im
not that bad of a cook.
He stopped eating and shot her a look of disagreement. You would be
the one person on the planet to burn water if you could.
Her eyes rolled at the comment before she started eating, too.
Whatever, I dont need this from you.
He kept eating. The playful tone and small smile on her face showed
she was kidding. A few minutes passed without a sound, except for the
crunching of food. The memories of last nights dream were in the front of
his mind, and he couldnt stop thinking about it.
Are you alright? Liz stopped eating and looked up at the teenager,
noticeably concerned. Youre never this quiet.
She was right, he and Liz could talk for hours on end, and rarely ever
went more than a couple minutes without talking, especially at mealtime.
Honestly, He paused. I dont know.
You dont know? Her voice echoed with disbelief and had traces of
concern. The breakfast isnt as bad as usual, its the weekend, and
Christmas is less than two months away. Id say its a pretty good day.
Austin just shook his head, not letting Lizs cheerful words raise his
spirits. No, its not that. I just cant stop thinking about this really weird
dream I had last night.
Oh? He hadnt lifted his head to look at her once since they sat

down. Nightmare?
No. He paused for a moment, and then shook his head. Yes? I
He exhaled sharply. I dont know. His empty gaze remained fixated on the
granite counter in front of him. It was unlike anything Id ever experienced
before.
Lizs cheery playfulness disappeared immediately. What do you
mean?
Well, I was all alone in thisvoid, and then this woman just
appeared, calling herself my Divinide, and was talking about people called
divin, and controlling elements, and stuff like that. The memories replayed
vividly in his mind. I know its going to sound crazy, but even though it was
just a dream, it all felt so real. And theres a part of me, for some reason,
that actually believes it was something more than just a weird dream. That
somehow, He paused momentarily. it was real. The silence lingered in the
room, and he could feel the tension. As he lifted his head, he met Lizs
brown eyes, peeled wide open in contrast to her face, all color drained from
it. Thats when he realized how much she had changed from when he had
started talking. Her whole body was shaking, and she was digging her nails
into her palms so hard he was afraid she would break the skin, and her face
snow-white. Mom? Whats wrong? His question received no answer. She
only stammered: not able to form a comprehensible word or sentence.
Mom? This time when he asked, his voice was softer, and laden with
worry.
So. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It finally
happened.
What? Austin knew that Liz had said something, but she spoke too

softly for him to actually understand it.

No. The stool fell over as she quickly stood up. I cant right now.
She rushed by Austin, heading swiftly to the front door. I have to go.
Wait! He reached out to grab her arm, but his fingers just brushed
the jacket she quickly threw on before opening the front door. Where are
you going? The shout echoed through the house as he chased after her, but
it was useless. His mother closed the door behind her, only a second before
he got there. He flung the door open: a crisp fall breeze sweeping around
him. As he ran out onto the front porch, he was completely bewildered.
There was no one in sight. He ran through the yard, feeling the wet dew
between his toes before stopping on the hard asphalt in front of 3460
Spruce Street. The smell of autumn lingered in the air and danced around
him with the wind. He looked all around him and saw everything from the
pine trees to which he had become so accustomed, to the houses of the
neighbors he rarely saw: but not Liz. She was gone. Within seconds she had
disappeared completely.
He walked over to Brookes, constantly glancing around, hoping to see
his mother, but she never appeared. After knocking, and looking through
the first floor windows, he realized Brooke wasnt home either. As much as
he hated to, he accepted defeat and returned to his house. Nearly an hour
passed of him watching the clouds block the suns futile attempts to shed
light on the small, isolated town, before heading back inside.
Lizs purse was still sitting on the dining room table where she had
left it the day before. He walked into the kitchen and stared at the stool his
mother had knocked over before picking it up. Why did she rush out of here

so fast? Whats going on?

After moments of running a list of potential possibilities through his
head, he had a new resolve. I need to get out of here. He put shoes on and
grabbed his hoodie and keys. With the door locked behind him, he looked
towards the woods on the other side of town. The whole day was still ahead
of him and he needed to clear his mind, and think about everything that had
happened. Not only that, but there was some feeling, some force, silently
begging him to go into the woods. Although Austin didnt realize it, he
listened to the unspoken call and headed into the forest that beckoned for
him.

The sounds of crunching leaves and cracking twigs filled the air.
Austin wrapped his hand around the low branch of a tree and gazed
forward. The ocean of green and brown continued for as far as he could see.
He found a patch of sunlight and looked down at his wrist. In all of the
confusion and excitement of the morning, he forgot to grab his watch. Out
of other options, he looked skyward. The sun was hanging almost directly
overhead, being only a few degrees to the west. So its about two oclock.
He said aloud, savoring the only human sound he had ever heard in that
forest.
He continued deeper into the wilderness. His keys jingled as he took
them out of his pocket and grabbed his keychain-pocketknife. As much as he
hated making marks on the trees, he wanted to make sure he could find his
way back, so he placed a large, diagonal arrow leading back to the direction

of Azalea along about half of the trees trunk. He did this every fifty feet or
so, and it worked: he had never gotten lost. However, he had never
ventured this deep into the woods before. Granted, the forest wasnt as
dense as other places in the country, like the northeast or northwest, (he
didnt know for sure, he had rarely ever been more than about fifty miles
from Azalea, but he had read that in a book, or online somewhere) but
regardless, he didnt want to take a chance.
I should probably head back and see if Liz is home. He thought, but it
was only fleeting. That wasnt the first, second, or even third time he had
thought about turning back, and usually he would have: but this time was
different. There was something instinctual inside of him driving him
forward, subconsciously guiding him deeper into the woods. After what he
figured to be another hour from the suns movement, he stumbled upon an
old path that led into the denser part of the sea of green.
Whats this? He looked behind him: the path went on for as long as
he could see in both directions, including what seemed to lead right back to
Azalea. Although the path was visibly old, and had some overgrowth, it was
still better than nothing. At least if I follow this, I might see a car or
something to take me back. He knew deep down that it wasnt the ideal
situation, but he didnt care. The force pulling him onward had gotten
stronger, and it now consumed him, drowning out any thoughts of the
consequences of going further in. Without hesitation, he turned away from
the direction of his hometown and followed the path.

Austin could tell it was getting later: the sun had begun its daily game
of hide-and-seek behind the crown of the trees. Dusk was rapidly
approaching, and he had been walking the old trail for at least two hours,
but he didnt care. Oddly enough, he had not felt of danger or hesitation
even once. Rather, he was overcome with a sense of familiarity and longing.
Rays of light were now just barely peeking through the trees of the
dense woods surrounding him, and it was getting harder to see. Yet, there
was something telling him when to step to the left to avoid a hole, or to take
a long step to avoid a fallen branch. Finally, he saw something up ahead. He
rushed forward and couldnt believe his eyes: there was an opening at the
end of the path, bathed in sunlight. The adrenaline pounded in his ears, and
drowned out everything else. He rushed forward as fast as he could, an
invisible hand guiding his footsteps. Finally, he reached the edge of the
forests wall. He felt himself break through an invisible membrane, and fell
into the clearing. As he picked himself up, his heart skipped a couple beats.
He failed to noticed the old playground and dried up pool. His eyes
were drawn to the old abandoned house that lay in front of him. A house
that seemed so familiar it made his head hurt:
A house that had nearly burned to the ground.

 Chapter 4
He drifted towards the house: mystified. The severe level of charring
made it difficult to imagine the beauty that the two-story home had once
held. The field in which it resided was close to what Austin assumed to be at
least two acres, with lone trees dispersed throughout the property. There
was a large, used-to-be-covered porch that wrapped around half of the
house. A dried-out, in-ground pool laid in a stone courtyard, with an openair gazebo occupied by a fire pit, seats, and grill adjacent to it. Overlooking
the summer paradise was a cape-cod style pool house.
Austin turned to the right side of the house where a playground had
once stood. Now, all that remained in the eerie scene was a lone swing that
hadnt been touched in over a decade, and the rusted metal poles to which
it was attached.
His attention returned to the house. Involuntarily, he had reached the
concrete front steps. His hand gravitated to the remains of the railing, but
as he touched it, a sharp pain shot to his head.

The hand not gripping

tightly to the railing instinctively flew to grab his head. Images of a snow
covered yard and house oddly similar to what he assumed to be the one he
was standing at before it burned down flashed in his mind, and his heart
panged with nostalgic longing. The scene faded almost instantly, but the
sight was burned into Austins memory.
Despite the burning sensation that was still fading from his skull, he
felt more desire than ever to continue on. He walked up to the missing front
door, and ducked under a fallen beam to enter the manor. Although the

blaze had clearly devoured the home many years ago, Austin could almost
smell the stench of burning wood, and his nose twitched at the feeling of
cinders burning the inside of his nose. Whether it was fresh or from his
memory, he wasnt sure.
A floorboard cracked underneath of him and he jumped back as it
caved in, nearly taking the trespasser with it. Maybe I should turn back. He
contemplated the thought briefly. Its pretty dangerous in here, and theres
no one else around. What if I get hurt? But still, he walked on.
As he reached the center of the ruin, he could feel the warmth of the
suns radiance from a slanted ray. The darkening sky was clearly visible as
he lifted his head and could see where the fire had hit hardest. Almost every
inch of the second floor was completely destroyed, with only half of the
walls, and even less of the floor, intact. Bedrooms are on the second floor.
The thought lingered for a minute. Judging by the scale of devastation to the
house, if this fire had hit in the middle of the night, he knew it was unlikely
anybody made it out alive. He shook his head, dismissing the thought; that
was not something he wanted to think about. There was something else that
brought him here: what was it?
He lifted his head skyward again and let his face bathe in the
diminishing sunlight. As he took a deep breath, his eyes closed slowly. More
images flashed in his head. This time of a mother and father playing with a
little boy in a living room. Another one of the little boy fighting to eat some
green, mushy substance. Voices echoed in his head of a lullaby that he could
almost hear himself singing along to, and a tiny fox chasing a dog and rabbit
around in circles over and over and over He could feel his lips stretch into

a smile. This time, the images didnt hurt. Rather, the sheer sense of joy and
happiness was a caliber the likes of which he had never known that
completely flooded every pore in his body. He never wanted the feeling to
end.
But it did.
The scenes faded again, but he kept them at the front of his memory,
and held onto them as tightly as he could. As the feelings of happiness
slowly dissipated, they were replaced with ones of confusion and curiosity.
Why is this all so familiar? What is this place?
After another deep breath, Austin opened his eyes and looked around.
From where he was standing, he could see almost the entirety of the ruins,
however, something in particular had caught his eye. He navigated through
the fragments of the home and proceeded through one of the numerous
back doors the inferno had created. The backyard was empty, except for a
large stone sticking out of the ground, and a wreath of flowers that looked
as though they were placed there yesterday.
He made his way over to it slowly, and noticed that there were names
written on it. Also apparent were the three slight mounds of earth in front of
it. So people did die in the fire. A twinge of sorrow echoed through his
heart. Before he got to the headstone, he stopped. Maybe I shouldnt be
here, these are peoples graves. However, like all the other sensations of
doubt he had received on that journey, he ignored it and kept going. Before
he could truly question how out-of-place the fresh flowers were, the first few
words became visible on the worn out stone:
Here lie Nathan and Carina Moorin.
His vision blurred, and a sharp pain erupted within him, intensifying

most behind his eyes. Nathan and Carina Moorin. Liz had said for his entire
life that his dad: Nathan, was shot protecting him and his mom when he was
really little when someone broke into their home. She said his dad died
protecting them, and the trespasser got away, but was found dead a little
over a year later. He had always wondered what having a dad would be like,
but he always knew there was nothing he could do to bring him back, and it
was nobodys fault but the dead intruders. Liz had never really talked about
the incident. Anytime it was brought up, she would change the topic or drop
it completely: it was always too hard for her to discuss, so she never did.
The only thing he knew is how, when, and where. Liz had mentioned that it
was in Maryland when they used to live there, which is why he never saw
the grave. So what was it doing out here, and who was Carina Moorin?
His head was still spinning, and he could barely walk with all the
questions that he had, but he needed to know what the rest of the
headstone said. The words were worn out but he managed to decipher
them.

June 22nd, 1968 May 2nd, 1998 was written under his fathers name

and October 21st, 1969 May 2nd, 1998 was written under Carinas name.
May 2nd, he pondered the date. The timeline at least fit to when Liz
had said the accident happened, but that didnt explain why this was all the
way out here. He noticed the last two lines of text that were extremely
faded, and almost impossible to read. As he leaned down closer to it, they
became easier to read, but he fell to his knees on the cold, wet autumn
ground, and his heart stopped.
What. Thats impossible! His whole body was shaking, and the world

began spinning. No The word came out barely above a whisper.

And their beautiful son, taken too soon:
Austin Nicholas Moorin
October 4th, 1995 May 2nd, 1998
As he was trying to process everything, he heard a large twig snap.
He jolted his head towards the sound, the tears that were forming in the
corner of his eyes landing on the leaves on his grave. Just when he thought
that the life he knew was shattering enough, and that things couldnt get
worse or more confusing, he saw what made the noise. It wasnt a bear, or
deer, or anything he expected it to be. He squinted his eyes to try to clear
the blurriness in his vision, but he still couldnt believe what he was seeing.
Mom?

 Chapter 5
Honestly, Im amazed it took you so long to find this place. Liz
walked into view from the side of the house. She avoided eye contact with
Austin, keeping her reminiscent gaze fixed solely at the old, burned home.
Austin rubbed his head. Trying to alleviate the pain as at least
eighteen questions battling for attention in his head. Mom, what are you
doing here? Why did you run out earlier? He frantically motioned around
him. What is this place? Why is my name on a tombstone? His voice
steadily rose to a shout, burdened by the overwhelming flood of thoughts
and emotions in which he was drowning. Whats going on! His voice
pierced the air, but the woman he had depended on his entire life continued
to betray his trust and refused to give him the answers he desperately
craved.
Liz slowly walked along the home she had known in another lifetime,
and ran her hand along the charred remains of both of them. A reminiscent
smile appeared on her face. You know, Ive known for over fifteen years
that this moment was coming, but for some reason, this morning when you
had a spirit flux, She shook her head and tilted it upward. I went numb
and I couldnt even think. Finally, she twisted her neck slightly and made
eye contact with Austin. Thats what your weird dream with your Divinide
was called, by the way. Her eyes drew away from him again. A spirit flux,
or flux for short, is the mark that a divin is awakening their inner power,
and will start giving off elemental energy. So, congratulations, as of last

night, youre officially divin. Her words were oddly emotionless, just a
reluctant acceptance to the event she had been dreading for as long as she
could remember. I guess when I realized that this morning, I just
panicked. She paused and turned to completely face the boy she had
claimed as a son for almost nine years. I probably shouldnt have run out
on you, and for that, Im sorry. And to answer one of your questions, I come
here all of the time: whenever I need guidance. Whenever I am lost on what
to do or my emotions get the best of me, I come here. I stand where you are.
Well, She stopped, tilted her head and scrunched her face slightly. Maybe
a little to the left, but about there.
The glimmer of the light-hearted Liz that Austin knew so well lasted
only a moment, before fading away to show this new person that he barely
recognized. But I come here and ask your parents what I should do, and
ask them to give me strength to keep doing this. A small smile flashed
involuntarily. You know something? When I signed up for this fifteen years
ago, I had no idea this was going to be anywhere near this hard.
Austin felt the sharp pain behind his eyes growing, but this time, from
the plethora of questions he had, it was easy to pick one. My parents? The
way she brought up the topic and said it made no sense to him. Then again,
nothing in the last half hour had, and it was only getting worse. What?
What are you talking about? Youre my mom, and you always said dad was
killed by a burglar.
Once again, she continued, ignoring the questions that were
pleadingly thrown at her. She turned her head to the side to catch a glimpse
of the ruin out of the corner of her eye. The wind picked up the strands of

her thin, straight blonde hair that wasnt bound by a hair tie, and whipped it
in her eyes. This used to be a beautiful house. I know you dont remember
it, but Im sure you must suspect why you were drawn here. She turned to
the left side of the house. You used to love playing in that playground over
there, and even though you were still really young, and couldnt
comprehend anything that was happening, it was the one time in your life
that everything was right and you were truly happy. Her feet carried her
slowly forward toward Austin. Thats probably the reason you were happy.
Innocence is bliss, and we stole that from you.
Liz inhaled deeply before continuing, tears welling in her eyes. I hate
that everything turned out like it did, but you have to understand Austin:
everything we ever did was to protect you.
Mom? He was shaking and scared. Scared because he didnt
understand what was happening. Scared because he had so many questions.
Scared because he knew how earthshattering the answers would be. Most
of all though, he was terrified because he could sense that everything was
changing, and would never be the same. Whats going on? Please talk to
me. He pleaded softly. None of this makes any sense! He shook his head,
trying to erase some of the confusion, and ward of the anxiety and panic
that was almost fully settled in. So much is happening, and I know youre
not telling me everything. I know that, but you can tell me; I promise I can
handle it.
She smiled lovingly. Mere feet separated them now. I know, Austin,
and I will answer all of your questions in a minute. You know, theres a
reason youve always felt out of place and that something was off and didnt

fit. Ive realized recently that theres always been something deep inside of
you that has always known the truth, no matter how hard I tried to suppress
it.
The teenager looked up at the woman who raised him: now standing
less than a foot away. M-mom? His heart had now become accustomed to
skipping beats, but the fear and concern he felt were so strong it made him
nauseous.
Hold out your hand.
Her request was soft, and after Austin locked his shaky eyes with
hers, he obliged. She reached into her pocket, dug out a small drawstring
bag, and placed it in Austins hand. After a moments hesitation, and
without asking more questions he wouldnt receive a direct answer to, he
pulled the bag open and lifted it upside down.
A white gold chain necklace with a pendant attached fell into his
palm. There was a small plate on the chain that he lifted close to his eyes so
he could read the inscription: Austin Nicholas Moorin. He felt a pang echo
in his heart as he realized that Liz must have been hanging onto this for an
extremely long time. In that moment, he wondered just how many things
had she kept from him. He turned his attention to the circular, metal
pendant. It wasnt very large, only about two inches in diameter. The whole
pendant had a thin metal webbing on the back of it. Two large, thick rings
with various interwoven designs engrained in them filled the edge, with five
gems placed in the center: four that formed a square, and one in the center.
Just inside the metal rings was an emerald, sapphire, ruby, and topaz, and in
the center of it was a purple gem that, for some reason, Austin knew was a

deep purple diamond. As he stared at the pendant, he could have sworn he

felt an odd aura emanating from it. He looked back up at Liz. What is
this?
A small smile broke onto her face. Its a gift from your parents. Your
real parents. Before Austin could ask any more questions, she pulled him in
and held him tightly. Austin, no matter what comes in the future, and what
happens now, I just want you to know that my love for you always has been
and always will be real. I do truly love you like my own son. Please try to
understand that everything we have ever done was to try to protect you.
She had known this day would come for almost half of her life, but
now that it was here, it didnt make it any easier. It was a thousand times
harder than she could have possibly imagined. She knew she would have to
let go eventually, and she knew that no matter what happened now, she
would always cherish her memories with Austin. They would always be the
happiest days of her life.
Elizabeth Arrough took a deep breath, accepting what she had to do.
She pulled away from Austin slightly and bent his head down. The tears that
she had been fighting with everything she had finally won. They streamed
down her cheeks as she kissed Austins forehead. She could feel all of the
fake memories that she had planted in him slowly fade into the background,
and gradually replaced with the ones she had stolen from him in that same
clearing nine years ago.