BEEP- BEEP- BEEP.”
alarm clock blasted as my mother yelled from her room. “Elizabeth you will be
long stretch in bed allowed me to continue my train of thought. I have been up
since before the sun made it’s way in. Every morning my recurring dream stuns
me into deep thought. I can remember,
jumping up and down in my crib whaling for my mother. This man would invade my
innocent dreams with a dark sense of existence.
Who is he and what did he want? Frustration was an overwhelming emotion
I’d grown accustomed to knowing no one had the answer. The man in my dreams would now spike
different emotions. How could
I long to be near a man who once sent apprehension through my body, and now a
burning desire for him.
dream always started the same; gazing out of my bedroom window into another
dimension. It was sort of like a movie playing over and over again each night.
I would be sitting on my small bench. Everything was in black and white; color
was forbidden or at least that is how it used to be.
would go through the same motions, propping my knee on the bench then slowly
leaning in toward the window, using my hands to block out the glare of the
heart would race with intensity, as he would soon appear. My stranger would
never turn towards me. Instead he teased me with the shape of his tone back,
but as the years passed, small details became more apparent. His shirt is
ripped around the shoulders and down his back.
place in my dream was never familiar. It did not even seem like the same
century. My window acted like a wormhole
through time. I could see a dirt road, with a haze hovering over
it like a blanket. Before I could take in more details, I
was instantly transported to that ominous road. My company was the night, as my mystery man
cool breeze moved in as a
cloud of dirt appeared with a faint hissing sound soaked the air. Panic
overwhelmed me as each breath I took was useless, nothing penetrated my
voice calls out sparking chills down the
back of my neck to the tips of my toes. I could never move, frozen with a sense of reverence
as a cold wet substance would contour the side of my face. I would always lift
my finger to wipe it away. Last night was no different. I went through the same
motions, yet when I glanced at my finger I could see that the substance had color, red. The one
solitary color newly developed in my dream.
stood along a row of Daphne's shrubs. Its flowers swayed softly even while
I was assaulted by a tornado of cold wind. The fragrance it released acted like
a smoky hand floating through the air. Its crushed berries littered
the ground. I focused on its
flow as it consumed the dirt, creating a river of crimson.
“Elizabeth you are going to miss your own
graduation if you don’t stop daydreaming!” my mother said as she commanded her
way into my room.
did not look up at her
still dazed by the increasing clarity of my vision.
know you hear me!” she intruded
again. “I heard you. I had another dream and yes I know my visions or dreams
will be as clear as a mirrors reflection.”
had another dream?”
was nothing, just the same dream as always,” I responded in a nonchalant tone
with the hopes she would not pry.
worry dear,” she said.
same words of reassurance stumbled off her tongue. I swayed my thoughts as I
walked over to pull out my graduation cap and gown, next to all of my camera
equipment. Photography was my escape. Hiding behind the lens kept my mind
occupied, my focus on something else instead of me and my certain future.
from high school ended the closest thing to normalcy in my life. My kind starts
the rest of our un-naturally long lives buy; training to protect our existence,
learning how to perfect our powers, and pro-creating to keep our blood line
thoughts returned to the first day of school. I was clinging to my mother’s leg
begging her not to leave me! We were
usually home schooled but my mother believed the more I knew of and interacted with the human race,
the stronger I would be at protecting our kind.
At first, I believed everyone knew about us. That is until the third grade.
mother received a call from Mrs Rivers, “Your daughter has a wild imagination.”
stories I would tell the other children during recess were true. “My mama never
gets her hands dirty! She tells the broom to sweep, the mop to mop, and the rag
do you get a seven year old girl to understand? How do you explain to a child
we are not mortal? Surely there is no easy way, but she did and I understood.
Just like she tried to explain why I had such different eyes. She left that one
to the expert.
Tudi tried to explain it, “you have complete Heterochromia, a disorder caused
by the concentration and distribution of melanin.”
mother added a different explanation. She said I get it from my father. I never really asked much about him or what
even happened. She spoke of him when it was necessary. She did say we shared the same distinct feature;
one brown eye and one blue eye.
one blue eye almost seemed white during the darkest of nights. I would even
scare myself at times. My brown eye had the hint of a maroon outline.
tapping of my mothers’ feet reminded me she was still waiting. “Mom, I will be
ready in 10. Can you please take my cap
and gown down to the car?”
as she stepped out into the hallway, my phone rang. It would have slid off the
table but instead it hovered in the air for about a second, and then glided
itself onto the bed. I hated when she used her powers for insignificant things.
My intuition was growing more as each day
passed. Right before the phone rang, Gwens name appeared in my thoughts. That
usualy meant that she would soon appear. The caller ID confirmed it; it was
Gwen, my best friends since middle school. Although I loved Gwen like a sister
our relationship was a burden for me. I
trusted her with my life, but keeping
what we are a secret was exhausting not to mention a consistant dissagreement
with my mom. Over the years she has backed off. Mom feels that their is
something off with her and her father. She could never put her finger on it but
always tried to steer me away from her. She said my focus should be on those of
our kind and not a human. But of course, I did what I wanted. Gwen was new to
our small town. I was the only person she talked to and to be honest, having a
human friend was refreshing. I could pretent I was normal.
“Hey Gwen,” I answered.
are you up and out of bed?”
can’t wait until we are done with graduation. Have you packed yet?”
course I have! I packed the day you mentioned it. I can’t wait until we are out
then. We don’t have much time. We can chat about Europe later. I am going to
leave here in about 2 minutes. I’ll meet you at the salon, k?” Gwen said.
you there,” I grabbed my purse from the doorknob then selected a pair of
sunglasses to complete my ensemble.
I flew down the stairs barely touching the
wooden floorboards beneath my feet. The morning greeted me with splendor. The
sun’s rays danced across the trees.
mother was already waiting in the car. She was hell bent on not letting me
drive until I shifted. The moment was getting so close and the signs were
apparent. I would space out as my hands trembled; a sure sign of things to
come. Not knowing was the worst part. Shifting marks a time in my life where I
have no say so. I take on the Elemental responsibility as well as the physical
changes; it’s just not fair.
I have seen the differences in all of our kind
when they shift. My long time boyfriend Tristan for example; his hair grew a
few inches, his shoulders broadened, grew two inches taller and not to mention
inherited the power over water. He looked different, even sounded different.
Most of the kids in our school have a relative in our bloodline, but only those
of pure blood will shift.
small Island of Prince George is where Blake and the other Elementals live.
With a quick 20 minute boat ride I can surrender to a safe haven. This is where
Blake and I spent lots of time together. He is like a brother. He had the same
apprehensions I did about shifting until it happened. His outlook changed,
appreciating his responsibilities as an Elemental. He inherited the power over
air. His shift was almost three months ago, taking him to just over six feet,
stocky and very handsome. Maturity was one of his traits unlike Tristan; Blake
followed the elder’s rules. The use of power is only to defend your life or the
life of another.
are you alright? You seem distant,” my mother asked.
I can’t seem to focus on anything these days.”
have lots going on but you will be fine. Take it one day at a time.”
kept our conversation down to a minimum. Now it was my turn to ask. “Enough
about me, why are you so quiet?”
took a minute to answer. I could
tell she searched for the right words, confirming something was up.
have lots on my mind too. You’re leaving for Europe; your shift is close and
you are graduating tonight,” she answered with no emotion, just held a firm
grip on the steering wheel as we made our way into town.
Waverly was untouched by technology. Old store
fronts and antique cars accented the town. The mom and pop pharmacy next to the
ice cream shop provided delights for my great uncles, even when they were just
knee high! You could not find my neighborhood on any street
map, hidden from the rest of the world, which is how my family wanted it.
girl” Gwen greeted me with a smile and hug before I could get out of the car.
I have a council meeting – there are things that have to be sorted out, but I
will be back in about two hours,” my mother explained.
cut her off, “Fine, but don’t worry. I'll ride with Gwen to the school, see you
there,” I closed the car door and walked away.
mom seems to always have something to sort out. What could be so important now?” Gwen asked.
know how she is.
Always protecting a new part of the forest or endangered specicies…whatever is
important at the moment,” I answered.
has been full of questions these days. Sometimes I feel as though she knows I am holding something
on let’s get this over with!” I said changing the subject.
soon as I pulled open the salon’s door, my lungs were greeted with the sour
smell of bleach and familiar faces. We only
had two salons in town, the other one catering to women well over their 50’s.
was not long before I was done. My
shoulder-long hair was pulled up, folded just right to accommodate my
as Gwen finished her final inspection I saw Kemp run in with urgency.
“Liz! Come quick, Tristan is about to go at it
with Blake at the Arcadian!” Kemp held
the door open knowing I would follow.
happened!?” I asked.
ran into him on the way to your house, and you know Tristan. He wanted to get even for last
night,…the party,” Kemp’s tone thick with anger.
words last night brought me back to Tristan’s outrageous display of jealousy.
Jen’s graduation party was supposed to be a celebration; instead it turned into
an Elemental freak-show. I knew when I made the
decision to take Blake I would regret it. Tristan’s possessiveness drove him to
treat me like a child but my fury drove me to a much darker place. Even though
I have not shifted, I get a few teases, glimpses of my powers. A tingling feeling would emerge at the
base of my neck. Everything around me
gave off a distinct feeling
but would quickly fade. My muscles burned, just like a workout, but last night
was different. I could feel the sensation deepening
and this time it lasted long enough to break his firm grip from my wrist as a
burst of electricity flung him through the air like a rag doll. Of course we became the focus of everyone's
attention, especially Kemp and his friends. Their burst of laughter drowned out
to Liz,…come in Liz,” Kemp said as he snapped his fingers just inches from my
Kemp. I am just so fed up with Tristan.”
“Don’t tell me that, tell him,” he said.
you know how he feels about you, you belong to
him. He told me you and him were going to be together forever.”
Is he assuming I will spend the rest of my life with him? He must be insane!
Ever since he shifted he has turned into a complete egotistical ass.”
well, you egged him on last night showing up with Blake. Why would you do
is my friend. Does he assume I cannot have friends of the opposite sex? Or be
friends with my Prince George family?”
could tell Kemp
searched for the right words as my question lingered in silence.
“Hey regardless of the same family background,
you know we don’t
get along with them. They think they are better than us. Tristan thinks Blake
uses you to get under his skin.”
time he has gone too far. I want nothing else to do with him. He needs to find
himself again. The sweet soft spoken Tristan I once loved is gone; left behind
when he shifted. Besides, Tristan is the
oldest of your little click. He should set the right example!”
next few moments were silent. The distance from town to the Arcadian Falls was
only a few miles but it felt
like we were driving forever. I grew anxious the closer we got, imagining the
both of them. His arrogance will be the cause of us turning up on the six o
We reached the end of the dirt road. We had
to stop and go on foot. It was a few
hundred yards to the Arcadian Falls. You could hear the roar of the water as it made its way down 750ft of
cliffs and boulders.
could hear the un-natural
sounds of tree branches splitting, accompanied by loud thuds and deep
vibrations; as if holes were being opened in the earth.
I raced toward a clearing; bobbing and weaving
through branches recently rearranged.
told you to stay out of Scotia but no; you came anyways, just to test me,”
Tristan yelled as he pointed his glowing hands toward the river. His eyes
consumed by the color of deep jade.
you are so into yourself. Do you think we all have to do as you say?” Blake
blasted back. “Besides, I came as a favor to Liz; that is what has your panties
in a bunch.”
told you, leave Liz out of this. You can think what you want, but in the end, I
am the oldest; do as I say.” Tristan summoned the river to finish his sentence
as a sphere of water engulfed by rage, raced toward Blake. He held it in front of him for a few seconds,
caressing it, talking to it, letting it know what to do. Tristan tried to use intimidation
as his evil partner but failed. Blake used an enormous tree for cover as he
summoned the wind to act as his shield. I could see him panting as his back leaned on the
tree, peaking around the side to avoid the obvious blast. Blake was tired. He recently shifted. It takes time to build
up your strengths and know
your power. He was forcing himself and it showed.
think you can hide from me,” Tristan yelled.
I’m not hiding Undines, just waiting for you to stop playing with water,” Blake
loved to crack on Tristan by calling him a Undines. That is the proper name for
a Water Elemental however; we all knew what he meant, “Mermaid.”
will be more than just wet!” Tristan yelled as he released his fury, projecting
his mass destruction at Blake. It dodged
tree branches as it maneuvered its way up and down, avoiding neighboring Black
shield was nothing compared to Tristan’s heat seeking projectile fueled by his
rage. His body trembled with the blast of water, hurling him in the air about
25ft. A hard sigh escaped his mouth as he landed hard on the dirt.
stop!” I pleaded.
I sprinted to where Blake lay motionless.
are you ok, please say something.”
looked back and forth from Blake to Tristan.
is so careless! “You must be stopped Tristan! You’re a danger to everyone!”
He had no idea how fed up I was with his
pushed by hands away, “I m okay.”
Tristan, you are a piece of work,” Blake said with a chuckle.
focus was on Blake. His intentions clear. The river roared as it collided with
“I hope she sees you are nothing to come home
to,” Blake ridiculed Tristan again.
could feel the energy gathering
around me. Even if he knew
he was wrong, Tristan would not let go without consequence. The water began to peak over the side of the
embankment, twirling into a tight round formation. I could feel him pulling in the energy; concentrating on the now massive
sphere that moved in toward us.
is… enough!” I said with the utmost
That fool has not seen anything yet!” Tristan grunted.
away Liz,” Blake demanded I move back. Tristan’s anger blinded him.
took a few steps toward Tristan, “Come on, let’s go. Graduation, remember?”
another step Kemp or you’ll take the ride over Arcadian too!” Tristan turned on
his own best-friend.
knew then I had to
do something before someone got hurt or even killed. The familiar feeling hit me. This time a
tidal wave of energy swallowed me. The sensation was warm and good.
stood up and turned toward Tristan, to tell him or force him to stop.
“You will stop this!” I yelled. Within seconds, Kemp and Blake rushed Tristan but before they could reach him; he released the water at Blake. We knew if the sphere reached its target, a tragedy would be eminent. I willed with all my might to change its course, but I could feel my energy weaken. It was too far, I needed to get closer. My focus never shifted as I stretched my invisible flow of power just as Tristan’s blast was inches from Blake’s chest. Instantly it fell creating a pool of water. The splash created a wave almost 4ft tall, soaking Blake and I. I stood there, shocked. Not with pain but with disbelief! “That is it! I have had enough,” all I could do was tremble with anger. “Blake – Tristan; GO HOME!” “Okay, I’ll see you later Liz and I’m sorry,” Blake said, then turned to Tristan, “I’ll see you around.” Not only was all of this unnecessary but I’m graduating. My hair and makeup was ruined! I turned around, walking toward the trail that leads to my house. I knew the best thing I could do is keep my mouth shut. The insults would have been embarrassing. But somehow I knew Tristan would not leave it alone. I tried to warn him with a simple gesture by holding up my hand. “Wait up” Tristan said as he walked up behind me. “I know you’re mad but you have to understand this fool is always pushing my buttons. I can’t just let him get away with it.” As if his excuse was going to make it all ok, knowing that magic is forbidden. “What would have happened if Gwen was with me? You only think of yourself and no one else! I am so fed up with it. What happened to the rules the elders put into place? I am so tired of your antics and immaturity!” “I want you to leave me alone. I will leave this summer with no attachments and come back with none. You have to grow up, and I have to figure out if I have any feelings for you. I don’t want this anymore!” I looked away. The expression on his face would be an image to haunt me all summer. Just as I reached my house I felt this sudden surge of energy. Everything in front of me turned dark. I could hear the raging water of the Arcadian fading away as my body felt weightless. What was happening? My breathing was equivalent to my racing heart beat; causing my chest to expand quicker. A sensation now engulfed my body. I slowly opened my eyes hoping to find what was coming over me but instead, there he stood! The man who crept into my dream was now invading my consciousness. Standing like always with his back towards me but now he held out his hand, pointing toward a dark path; reaching for something or someone. My vision was clear but now packed with color. I felt my hand motion to him; begging him to face me. Right at that moment when it felt like he would turn, darkness crept back into my eyes. “Liz, Liz, please answer me?” I realized someone was calling out my name. “Liz open your eyes!" I recognized Tristan’s voice. My eyes felt like they were glued but slowly I managed to open them, blinking several times and forcing myself to adjust to the light. “I’m fine…What happened?” “We were talking then you blacked out on your feet.” Tristan explained as his eyes locked into mine continuing to examine my every gesture. “Tristan please don’t tell anyone. If my mother finds out, she will freak and give me hell for leaving to Europe, k? Promise me?” I softened my tone knowing that would be the smartest way to seal his silence. “I guess, but tell me what happened if you want me to keep my mouth shut.” “Look I don’t have time now. I have to get home and get ready again. Look at the mess you made of me!” I sprinted toward my house. I had less than an hour to get ready!