Damon has finished his magical light show as I approach.Stalking across Shinee's backyard toward where Damon stands, looking out to the mountains in the distance, dusted with snow, stars sprinkled above the peaks. Ignoring the dew soaking my bare feet as I walk, I concentrate on Damon's back, a million thoughts streaming through my head. What did I just witness? It was like a beam going up into the sky, like nothing I've ever seen before.He hears my approach, glancing over his shoulder before I even have a chance to come to a standing point behind him. For a split second, his eyes are milky, before he blinks, and the color vanishes. He knows I saw, but doesn't jump to defend himself."What are you?" I hear myself say, although the sound doesn't appear to belong to me. I can't tell if I'm frightened or not.Damon loosens a sigh. "Aidana, what are you doing out here-""Tell me what you are, Damon. Are you contacting the Moon?" I question, looking up into the night sky, wondering where
The next few days past at an excruciatingly slow pace.Shinee remains blissfully unaware of Damon's secret the whole time, treating me no differently. I, however, have felt nothing but a growing pit in my stomach, as I try to wrap my head around what Damon is. The Moon. I still find it hard to believe him, but after all he told me, I'm not about to question him. If his threat about Shinee is real, I'm not saying a word.But what he told me has brought an itching curiosity to the surface. Damon mentioned how powerful Shinee is, but I have yet to see him bring up any of these abilities in front of me recently.. And I know he won't, to try not to scare me.Today, however, will be different. I'm going to test him.Evening has officially settled over the estate, and like clockwork, everyone returns to their rooms. On the way to my bedroom, I stop by Shinee's, his door ajar, so I knock on the doorframe.Shinee is lounging on his bed, reading something. Hearing my knock, he glances up at me
It's not much power, but it's enough. Shinee moves almost instantly, not giving me much time to wrap my head around what just happened. He grabs me, lowering me back to the ground. The moment he does so, everything seems to resume back to normal, like he pressed some kind of button, restarting the world around us. The birds, the wind. It all goes back to the way it was. "What just happened?" I breathe, the moment my feet touch the ground. I can't help but shake, and not out of fear for the fact that I just fell from the tree, purposefully or not, but the fact that Shinee caught me, and not with the strength of his body, but with magic. He doesn't respond right away, his face void of all healthy colors. He looks shocked that he reacted in that way, with magic I haven't seen him use yet. But I knew he would save me, in whatever way that would be. "You fell. I don't know, I just reacted," he breathes. I can feel the shock, as he takes a few steps away from me, like he expects me to
This has to work.I wait patiently in my room, pacing back and forth insistently. Running through my plan over and over in my head, I think about each word I shared between Damon and Shinee. I asked Damon to my room at the hour, and Shinee just a few minutes later. This could either go exactly to plan or wrong.All I know is there are a million variables, all of which are too frightening to think about. I'm dealing with two very powerful men, who could react in opposing ways to what I have planned. But right now it's my best option.Damon walks through the door, making me flinch. I'm not ready for this, for the consequences of what I'm about to do."It's no use trying to figure out the extent of Shinee's power. I've been trying for as long as I can remember," he mutters as he walks in, not suspecting anything. I watch him slowly roll up the cuffs of his black shorts, exposing more of his forearm as he does so.Damon - the Moon - whoever he may be, chose and created the perfect body. H
by Ethan Choi His name is Thorran Savage although he preferred to be called by one syllable nickname “Thor”. Yes, just like the God of Thunder, he’s our god. We call him our god because we had no other choice. Thor is the strongest of the strongest hence there is no comparable word other than god. In all honesty, I’ve never been fond of him. I’ve never met him but it’s crazy to see how adeptly he paved our lives for us without even knowing our existence. If I could be blunt, I could even say that I hated him my whole life. After all, he was the sole reason why every one of us must be removed from our family callously to attend boarding school until the age of eighteen. It’s compulsory, he declared. It was also compulsory to attend further education until we obtained a useful job like doctor or lawyer. Of course that rule didn’t apply for misfits. What happen to those? They were shipped off to manually train to be nothing more than security guards. Shipped off to provide security f
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I didn't sleep easy that night. The bed had sunk into the shape of someone else, so all night, I shifted uncomfortably. The unknown haunt my dreams, the amount of times I woke not knowing where I was being ridiculous. I'm in the middle of nowhere, my fate unknown. Whoever sleeps in the rooms around me are surely as anxious about tomorrow. I take comfort in knowing I'm not the only one. The lack of curtains truly live up to their desired effect. Sun glared into my eyes the moment it rose, at some ungodly hour. As much as my body protested, I knew it was my cue to get up and face this undetermined day. Out of sheer habit, I made my bed. If this is anything like the institute I grew up in, someone would come in to check it, then scold me if it was done incorrectly. So I fold the sheets up, and decide to figure out what to wear. I wasn't allowed to bring any clothing or personal items with me. As much as it saddens me, I know I didn't own anything or significance. I'm sure all of it wil