Shopping (Chapter 5)

"Where exactly are we shopping?" I questioned, for we had been walking for a long time.
"Oh, you'll see." Khanna replied, smiling mischievously. Faalan remained silent. His eyes were slightly unfocused. He seemed to be thinking about something.
Presently, we saw a cave and a man sitting nearby, staring off into the distance. His long golden-almost white- hair fell to his shoulders, swaying in the breeze.
"Oi! Kaija!" Faalan hollered, hands cupping his mouth. The man whipped around, searching for the the source of the noise.
"Oh, Faalan!" Kaija shouted back when he realized that it was Faalan. The two apparently knew each other well, for as soon as they came closer, they pulled each other into a bear hug.
"Where have you been?" Kaija chided Faalan jokingly.
"Nice to see you again too, Kaija!" Faalan replied, rolling his eyes.
"So, what brings you here again? And who is the newcomer?"
"Oh, her. She's Fala."
"Nice to meet you." I said quietly, looking down and fiddling with the flute in my hands.
"Ah, a shy one." Kaija said, smiling gently when I looked up again.
"Getting to the point," interrupted Khanna, "we need to buy some instruments. Or at least try some out."
"Instruments.... I have a lyre and a drum." Kaija declared after rifling through various boxes in the cave.
"We'll try the lyre." Faalan said firmly, stretching out a hand to take the lyre. Kaija muttered something about it improper to try an
instrument and not buy it, but Khanna shut him up with a glare that could send shivers down anyone's spine.
"Try it." Faalan urged, holding out to the lyre to me. Not complaining, I took the simple wooden lyre from his hands. It was made simply, just the bare essentials. There were no elaborate carvings or paintings, but it was carved with loving care.
The lyre seemed to call out to me as soon as I touched the smooth wood, just like the flute had. Once again, I found my body moving on its own accord, shifting to play the instrument. Chords of notes drifted through the air. Breathing in deeply, I felt an inner calmness; it was just so peaceful and beautiful in this past world. I also felt the love and dedication it took to make the instrument.
When I finished, the last few notes seemed to hang in the air as if they didn't want to leave. The last echoes of the music faded and I looked around to see Faalan, Khanna, and Kaija with calm expressions on their faces.
"That music...it seemed to calm the soul..." Kaija murmured, losing the joking tone he had before. His face had the expression of a completely relaxed person.
"I can't feel angry at anything at the moment." Khanna said wistfully.
"The melody was enchanting. It was like a spell. I found myself breathing with the ups and downs of the tune." Faalan said. "It seems that you can work your powers through other instruments."
"That's her power?" Kaija questioned.
"Apparently so." I said, smiling lightly.
"Ironic...."
"How so?"
"Mines is dancing with weapons. They're both forms of art."
"I see what you mean now."
"Perhaps this means we were meant for one another." he said huskily, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me to his side, his hand starting to slip downwards.
"LET GO OF ME YOU PERVERT!" I screamed, tearing myself from his side. My heart pounded and my breath caught in my throat. It was way too sudden and I had only known the guy for what, two minutes?
"Kaija, I never knew you were that kind of person..." Faalan chuckled. Khanna let me fall into her waiting arms and pulled me
close her her protectively.
"What is wrong with you, Kaija?!" she yelled at him. "You've only known Fala for such a short amount of time!"
Kaija's face flushed bright red in his embarrassment.
"Aww.... But she's cute...." he stuttered. Then my own face burst into shades of red too. To tell the truth, he was a little cute too, but I loved Tahi. But Kaija was the opposite of myself, playful, fun, and cheerful. I'd always admired people who could do things that I couldn't bring myself to do. But Tahi... And I always thought that boys with long hair were cute. But I couldn't possibly...could I? Had I fallen for the boy that I had only known for such a short period of time? I hoped not. I always considered myself faithful to Tahi.
The days past as we spent more time where Kaija lived. He constantly got new merchandise to sell and more instruments passed through my hands. Every one that I tried was compatible with my gift. Kaija showed me his own gift, the graceful dancing with deadly weapons. It was incredible to watch him, the weapons flashing in the sun. His favorite weapons were the twin swords he carried on his sides.
Faalan and Khanna helped me to train. They eventually eased me off of wearing my shoes, and soon, I felt more comfortable without shoes than with. I found that I didn't have to submit to the wills of my gift drawing me to the instruments. I learned that I could control it so that I could play as usual, just not controlling the listeners.
They also helped me with my fighting skills. For Kaija, it came naturally, so he couldn't really help to explain. But the two siblings had trained themselves. They mainly used daggers, and that was what I was taught to use, but they had decent skill with other weapons, so they taught me all they could with swords and things I couldn't figure out what the name was. I suppose that's unimportant, seeing as you don't really need to know the name of something to defend yourself or kill someone. Although, I really hoped that it wouldn't come to that. But deep inside, I had the feeling something bad was going to happen.
I settled on the flute and lyre, for they were the first two that I played with my gift. Kaija found me a pouch that could hang in front of me, holding the flute snugly within. For the lyre, he produced a side belt of sorts that crossed in front and in back, allowing the lyre to hang by my side.
All was peaceful until he came.

AN: Well...this isn't the best chapter ever, but it was kinda fun writing it. I could have gone without it, but I decided to keep it anyways. I think I'll do more edits after I post the whole things. (AKA 21 or 22 chapters)

Found (Chapter 4)

"So.... Why do you two live alone? And why do you live so high up?" I questioned, as we stood on the highest level of the intricate treehouse.
"Well.... The villagers never exactly trusted us, so we left."
"Why didn't they trust you?"
"Our mother was considered a demon of sorts, since she had been raised by the woodland creatures of the woods. Our father was reckless and easy to anger. When our father died in battle and our mother succumbed to her long-term illness...." Khanna's voice faded and her eyes dulled with sadness that had not been there before.
"Oh.... I'm sorry..." I murmured, not knowing what to say.
"Don't worry about it. It happened a long time ago." Khanna said, smiling brightly. But her eyes still contained an inner sadness, something that time had not been able to heal.
"So.... That still doesn't explain why you live so high up." I said, trying to change the subject.
"Ah. That. The villagers came after us for a while, so Faalan and I decided that we would live up high so that we wouldn't be found." Looking down, I saw a small figure moving higher and higher up.
"Thinking of Faalan, I think that's him."
"Khanna, Falandra!" came his cheerful voice. He had a nasty looking black eye on his left from who knows where. We didn't even hit him there and he had a black eye. Probably gave it to himself to make us feel guilty. As if that would happen.
"Faalan." Khanna replied simply.
"I thought I told you to call me Fala..." I muttered venomously.
"Err.... Oops. Sorry. I forgot..." he replied hastily.
"No worries." I said, shrugging, losing the anger that was in me. I couldn't help it. Those golden eyes just looked so pitiful and sad when he felt sorry.
"So.... You've showed her around?" Faalan said to Khanna, his voice cutting through my thoughts.
"Well.... Almost."
"What do you mean almost?" he said, cocking his head inquisitively.
"We didn't see....that room."
"Oh.... That room. But she has the right to know I suppose, since she is related to us."
"If you say so, Faalan. C'mon Fala!" Khanna said, pushing me towards a door that I had not noticed before. It had been hidden by the
shadows of the leaves, and until you looked carefully, it seemed like any normal bunch of leaves.
Pushing aside the leaves as I got closer, Khanna stopped pushing me and swept around me, opening the door in the same swift motion. I peered into the dark room, and as the door opened wider, I gave a little gasp at what the light illuminated. It was an intricately carved flute, sitting on a small stand. Nearby, there were articles of furniture and clothing, but all my attention was focused on the instrument at that point.
I felt my feet moving themselves, bringing me closer and closer to the flute. My hands acted on their own accord and lifted the flute to my mouth. What was happening to me? I took a breath, hoping to calm myself down, but somehow, my lips formed a shape that I had never done
before, and I blew out gently. My fingers flickered up and down as the eerie sound of unfamiliar music flowed around the room.
And then, I was lost in the music. My fingers acted on instinct, playing a tune I had never heard before. My lips shifted positions and I took breaths quickly to continue the music.
The music ended as the last notes drifted away with the wind.
"Wow..." I breathed out, completely shocked at what I had just done.
"What was that?" Khanna said, letting out a breath.
"I-I have no clue." I stuttered. I then realized I was still clutching the flute.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" I yelped, placing the flute back onto the stand. It was only then that I noticed Faalan.
"What's wrong, Faalan?" I asked, concerned. Tears trickled gently down his face, his eyes watery.
"That...song. Mother...she played it when I was a child. When Khanna was just barely 1...." he choked out, voice full of emotion.
"Then...the flute...that was your mother's?" I cried out in realization. He gave a sad nod as Khanna wrapped an arm tenderly around his shoulders. There was a moment of silence as Faalan wiped away his tears in a quick, sudden motion, jerking free from Khanna.
"Well, at least we know what your gift is, right?" he said with a sad smile. He must have read Khanna's mind, because I sure didn't remember telling him about my lack of a gift.
"Do you really think...?"
"Yes, I do." his now calm voice replied.
"So do I." Khanna added.
"Then exactly what is it?" I wondered aloud.
"Well, it's time to figure out what it can do!" Faalan declared, as he stuck an arm towards my direction.
"Ah, wait!" I screeched as I found myself lifted off the ground.
"No worries, Fala! I got this under control!" Faalan laughed, smiling confidently, all traces of sadness gone from eyes. As I screamed and squeezed my eyes together, I felt wind blowing past me as I moved to the side, up, and then down.
"You can stop screaming now, Fala..." came a slightly annoyed voice. Upon opening my eyes, I found that my feet were on the ground and Faalan's golden orbs stared deep into mines.
"Uh... Right..." I said, flushing with embarrassment.
"I wonder...what can your gift do?" Khanna asked as she landed beside Faalan, also carried by his powers.
"And I'm supposed to know?" I said sarcastically.
"Eh he...." Khanna laughed nervously, scratching her head. "No...."
"Exactly." I replied curtly.
"Now... Let's make you a flute." Faalan said, picking up a couple of branches from the ground and whipping out a knife that seemed to come from no where. I supposed that it must have come out of underneath his cape. Though I attempted to see what was underneath the cape while he was whittling away at the hunks of wood, I couldn't see much.
"I'm done." he said simply, holding out the finished instrument in his hand.
"Thanks..." I murmured, feeling a jolt of adrenaline rush through me as I picked up the smooth, wooden flute.
"Well, play it already! I've been waiting long enough!" Khanna cutting in rudely as she leaped down from a tree she had been waiting in.
"A-alright." I stuttered nervously as I lifted the flute to my mouth. My hands shook as I took a shaky breath in.
Uncalled for, thoughts rushed through my head. Feelings that I had quashed down earlier resurfaced. I wanted to get revenge at Faalan; for pushing Khanna down onto me. For no reason what so ever, the thought of how funny he would look dancing crept into my mind.
And then I played. A quick, lively tune floated through the air as my fingers flew across the flute.
"What's going on?!" Faalan shouted as his body unwillingly began to dance. My eyes widened, but I continued to play. Khanna looked like she was going to burst from trying not to laugh.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" he screamed, looking like he was trying to stop. But he continued to dance. Beads of sweat poured down his face as he kept on going. By then, I had figured it out. The music was making him dance. I wanted to get revenge, and thus this had happened. This was my revenge. Somehow.
With a smile threatening to take over, the music intensified and Faalan danced even faster than before.
"Make....it....stop..." he panted, managing to rip off his cape while dancing. Khanna could take it no longer. She collapsed in a fit of laughter, clutching at the ground, tears beginning to stream down her face.
"Please...stop..." Faalan said, gasping in exhaustion. My revenge fully complete, I lowered the flute, a grin spreading across my face.
"So.... I take it that you can control people and learn songs of the past with your music." Khanna said when she recovered from her laughing fit.
"Perhaps..." I murmured, unsure of how to respond.
"Well.... How did you feel when you played the flute?" Faalan inquired.
"Uh... I wanted to get revenge at your for pushing Khanna so that she would fall on me and was also vaguely thinking of how funny you would look dancing."
"So then we must assume that your feelings when you play influences what occurs. The music must take over the mind through the ears."
"I suppose so."
"Now the question at hand is whether or not you can do this with other instruments."
"Then we go shopping!" Khanna interrupted into my ear. Yelping, I clutched at my ear and winced until the last of her words stopped echoing through my head.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" I screamed at Khanna.
"Just wanted to see how you would react." she replied smoothly, her eyes twinkling.
"Grr...." I whipped the flute to my mouth and before Khanna couldcover her ears, music flowed once again from the wooden pipe. The ponytailed girl began to spin around and around, not stopping. Occasionally, you could see her pained face before it disappeared in a whirl of color. Convinced that she was properly punished, I stopped. Khanna's face was green and she looked like she was going to...well...you know. Her eyes were unfocused and her legs buckled
underneath her. She crawled behind a nearby tree. Momentarily, retching noises filled the air.
"Ugh..." she moaned, wiping her mouth off with her hand.
"Revenge..." I said, laughing.
"It wasn't fair revenge!" she protested.
"Hmp. Fine. Do what you will with me." I said, giving a sigh. I closed my eyes and waited for the blow to come. I heard a slight chuckle and something hard smashed into my stomach. My breath whooshed out of me and I keeled over, hands covering my middle in pain.
"Now it's fair." came Khanna's smug voice.
"What..in...the world...did...you hit...me with?" I gasped, trying to recover.
"My elbow. I got a running start." she said, smirking.
"Ow...." I murmured. "But fair enough.
"Now that that's settled," Faalan's amused voice cut through the air, "we go shopping, right?"
"Yes. We go shopping." Khanna declared, heading away from the their house.
"Uh... Right." was all I could say. Hoping that my gift would be able to help me, I picked up the flute from the ground where it had dropped after I had been so mercilessly hit. A light, airy melody whispered through the breeze and the pain began to recede.
"Wow... Useful." I murmured softly to myself, my words lost in the wind. Faalan and Khanna walked in front of me, their bare feet padding softly on the ground.
"Now that I think of it," I started, wincing as my words came out louder than expected, "why don't you wear shoes?"
"Shoes?" Khanna laughed.
"They're so troublesome." Faalan told me.
"How are they troublesome?" I asked, completely confused.
"You can't feel the earth underneath. Our powers come from within the earth, in its core. Shoes cut you off, making your powers weaker." he explained, increasing his pace. I had to increase my speed as well, so I could keep up.
"Huh.... Interesting..." I thought aloud. This was never taught in school. Why didn't they teach it? I shrugged and ran a bit to catch up, for Khanna and Faalan were moving faster than ever.

AN: This is kinda just more stupid fluff so that you can figure out what her powers can do really. Probably shouldn't have given everything away, but...too late. ^_^

Treehouse (Chapter 3)

Wading across the tranquil stream, we continued through the woods in silence, just enjoying the air and nature. There was no place like this where I lived. Allthat there was were buildings and more building. Maybe occasionally a plant or two, but essentially, just cold, hard buildings.
"So... You really from the future?"
"It would seem so..."
"What's it like in the future?"
"No woods like this... All buildings... Cold, hard buildings..."
"What?! No lovely green trees? No flittering butterflies, no soaring birds? No flowers?!"
"There's an occasional plant here and there for decoration purposes... We do have some animals that are kept for research and a few birds in the wild that managed to survive without trees."
"How do you survive in such a cold world?"
"Now that I'm here, I'm wondering that myself..."
Khanna jerked to a halt and I crashed into her, not able to stop fast enough.
"What is it?" I whined, rubbing bruises from the collision.
"It's our house." I looked in front to see a large tree.
"It's a tree..." I muttered under my breath. She heard anyway.
"No, silly! Look up!" Straining my neck, I searched higher. My eyes widened as a giant complex system of ladders, platforms, and roofs came into view They covered several tree, the leaves cleverly hiding all of the structures behind them. Unless you looked carefully, it looked like a normal clump of trees.
"Wow..." I managed to say, jaw dropping open. Looking around, I found no way of getting up.
"Uh... How exactly are we supposed to-" I started to ask.
"To get in?" she interrupted. "Well, normally Faalan brings us up using his mind powers, but since we ditched him earlier.... We'll use my powers." I tensed, remembering my past experience with her powers.
"Don't worry, it'll be fine!" she insisted, seeing my worried expression.
"If you say so..." I squeaked, throat closing up in my nervousness. Khanna's eyes closed in concentration and her mouth turned into a thin
line. Holding up a hand, a glowing portal appeared. But it was a brilliant shade of green.
"Green?" I whispered. The portal that had taken me here had been blue. Perhaps the color had something to do with it.
"Okay, let's go!" Khanna chirped merrily, yanking my hand and jumping
into the portal.
"But, I-" starting to protest. My voice was cut off as I fell forward and my mouth opened in a soundless scream. Swirls of emerald
surrounded both Khanna and me. Before I had time to recover, I was thrust forward once again, landing on top of Khanna.
"Owie...." Khanna whined underneath me.
"Well, you fell on me last time, so it's only fair, right?" I retorted, wincing at my scraped knees.
"True... Well, let's get going!" Once again, she began to drag me around, taking me from room to room. I desperately tried to remember
all the different ladders and rooms, but to no avail. There was just too much to remember.
"What's your gift, Fala?" Khanna asked suddenly as she whipped around a corner.
"Erm...." I didn't know what to say.
"You are of age, right?"
"Yeah, I'm of age. I just turned 17."
"Then....?"
"Well, the truth is, I don't really know my gift."
"No worries, you'll find it soon enough, right?" I stopped abruptly. She was the only one who had taken the news without turning away in disgust. That is, other than Tahi. Khanna just continued on, oblivious of the fact that I stopped, and when I realized that she was going farther and farther away, I ran after her, trying to keep up.
Not feeling like it was the right time to ask why she wasn't repulsed by me, I followed her silently as she showed me all the various rooms.

AN: Chapter three is...not very interesting. This is mostly a transition chapter that really isn't all that important.

Changes (Chapter 2)

"What's happening?!" I screeched, as a disk of shining blue light swirled in front of me and pulled my arm in. I struggled uselessly as it swallowed me in. What's going on? I wondered as I floated in the middle of swirling aqua waves.
I had been sitting at the cafeteria table, reading a book in silence. No one would sit with me, so the table was my own. But then that sapphire light appeared out of nowhere and sucked me in.
"AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" I heard a scream, only to realize it my own, as I was shot out of the blue and onto the ground.
"It actually worked!" a melodic voice cut through the air.
"No kidding..." came a sarcastic voice. "Are you alright?" I looked up into clear golden eyes with soft brown hair drooping over them. An offered hand came up and hovered in front of my face.
"I'm fine, thank you..." I murmured, as I took the hand.
"Sorry about that. My sister was testing her gift. I'm Faalan nu Azamoni and my sister is Khanna nu Azamoni."
"Uh...I-I'm Falandra...nu..nu...Azain! But call me Fala! I-It's nice to meet you!" I stuttered nervously as I lied. This boy...he was my GREAT GRANDFATHER?!
I studied the boy and his sister. Faalan was wearing a simple pair of brown leather pants, a foresty-green shirt, and a dark brown cape. Khanna wore a rather revealing shirt that cut far down her front and even father down her back and a pair of shorts that stopped at mid-thigh.
"Liar!" came his accusing voice, which cut through my thinking. I shook my head to clear my mind as he continued.
"Sorry, couldn't help it. I'm a mind reader. Well, kind of. I specialize in controlling things with my mind. And what's this about being your great grandfather?"
"Oh...Well..." I managed to choke out in my shock. "My real name is Falandra nu Azamoni. I believe that somehow, your sister brought me here through time."
"But that's impossible!" I jumped, then whipped around to see Faalan's sister in a one-handed handstand.
"I can barely control my gift!" the girl continued. "Plus, my gift is moving things through portals!" Kneeling down, I lowered myself to eye level with her.
"Well, technically, you moved me. It's that you moved me through time. Isn't that right, Khanna?" I asked, half serious, half joking.
Somehow during the time that Khanna and I had been talking, Faalan had walked up behind Khanna.
"Girl got a point." he said simply, pushing Khanna over.
"AUGH!" Khanna shouted, as she failed to maintain balance.
"ACK!" I yelped as Khanna's body came smashing down on top of mine.
"FAALAN!!!!!!" shouted Khanna, as she got up again, smashing my head even more into the ground with her hand in the process.
"MGHF!" I protested, my voice muffled by the ground. As Khanna's weight came off of me, I stood up abruptly and spat out dirt.
"Disgusting..." I choked out, trying to get rid of the dry dirt in my mouth.
"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Faalan laughed, clutching at his knees. "Can't...breathe!" he gasped, leaning against a tree for support, tears streaming down his face in his amusement. These were day when I really hated boys.
"You..." I began.
"are..." Khanna joined in.
"so..." I continued.
"DEAD!" we shouted together, fury raging in our eyes. We both leaped for him. Desperately trying to escape our grasp, he flailed in every which direction as we gave him a good pounding.
"Owowowowowowowow!!!" he screamed, when I rammed my fist into his vulnerable stomach, feeling satisfaction as my hand connected with flesh.
"SO DEAD!" I yelled, an evil grin forming on my face.
"That's what you get for pushing me down!" hollered Khanna, who sent him flying with a kick to the chest.
Leaving the beat-up boy leaning against a tree, Khanna slung her arm over my shoulder and started walking towards a stream, taking me with her.
"Now that that's done with, you have to come with me!" she insisted.
"Uh... Sure... Whatever you say..." I said, not protesting as she dragged me along.

AN: So... This is chapter two. It's kinda slow now and I'm just doing little stupid things for fun, but the action will kick up later, I promise!

Rejection (Chapter 1)

"So...I'll see you later, Fala?"
"Yeah. Bye, Tahi!" Tahi, was, I suppose, my boyfriend. We had lived together ever since my mother had died from a mysterious illness that even the healers could not fix. My father had slowly wasted away with grief, his face becoming more drawn and grey until he faded away completely. I moved in with Tahi after my father passed away and we'd been living together ever since. I loved him, and he would kiss me on the lips when I left the house, as he did right before I left for the school.
So began my first day of school. Slipping through the door, I made my way through the hall, my footsteps echoing through the empty hallway. Upon finding the principal's office, I knocked quietly and opened the door slightly. A tall, slender woman sat in a stiff wooden chair, looking over her rimmed glasses. Though she had straight bangs, curly hazel hair cascaded over her shoulder in a ponytail. Glancing quickly around the room, I figured that she was Principal Bukiri.
"Are you..." The principal paused, looking down at her paper. "Falandra nu Azamoni?"
"Yes, that's me." I said, my throat tightening in nervousness.
"Please, come in."
"Thank you." I murmured softly, not knowing what else to say in such a situation.
"Here's your schedule." she said passing a slip of paper to me. I stared at the paper, trying to decipher the millions of little words floating on the page.
"Don't worry about it, you'll figure it out later." she said, chuckling slightly. "Now, follow me."
She led me through halls, turning right and left. How was I supposed to remember all this?! I looked down at the paper again, trying to keep up with the woman's fast pace. Flipping it over, I found that there was a map. I gave a sigh of relief. At least I wouldn't need to try and memorize the place.
"Ladies, settle down!" the brunette called out to the class.
"Yes, Principal Bukiri..." came the murmured reply.
"This is Falandra nu Azamoni."
"Just Fala, please." I mumbled. Whispering floated around the entire room.
"Nu Azamoni?!"
"Then she's...?"
"Shhh!"
"As it appears, you all know about my great grandfather. I'm sorry if he caused your families any pain, but that was in the past. I cannot reverse what happened." I said, face burning. This happened at every school I went to, it didn't matter where I went. I wanted the ground to open and swallow me up. But it didn't.
"Your great grandfather killed thousands of people!" came an accusing voice.
"He was a murderer!" came another. A whole angry chorus of voices flowed over me. Closing my eyes, I waited for the torture to end.
"Quiet, please!" the tall woman beside me shouted over the din. The noise receded, but quiet murmuring still was there.
"Now, Fala, what is your gift?" questioned Principal Bukiri.
"Uh..." This was the moment where I lost all the rest of my potential friends.
"I don't know my gift." I smiled nervously, my body shaking like a leaf. Dead silence followed. A person without a gift was like a person without a head. I didn't know my gift. People went to school to culture their gift, which determined how they would spend the rest of their life. There were people who entertained, people who fought, people who worked for the welfare of others, and so many other occupations.
The rest of the day was even more torture. No one would talk to me. The people all stayed on the sides of the halls when I passed. No one wanted to touch me or even come closer than a couple of feet. I was an outcast. Running outside, I collapsed into Tahi's waiting arms.
"Tahi! I can't stand it anymore!" I cried, tears streaming down my face, dampening his clothes and my own.
"Shhh..." he murmured, brushing my hair gently, his own raven hair brushing his eyes.
Tahi was the only one who understood, the only one who accepted the fact that I didn't know my gift. He wasn't repulsed by my defect. He saw who I was inside. Or, at least that's how I felt at the time.
Putting on a bright face, I forced myself to go to school, even though I didn't know my gift; even though everyone refused to look at me; even though there was no point in me going. The teachers tried putting me into different classes, to see if my gift would bloom and appear. I went through cooking, planting, fighting. Nothing worked. It was all hopeless. And then, something happened, that changed my life forever.

Author's Note: This is the first chapter of Melody Maker. The whole thing is already done, I'm just editing the chapters now. Feel free to make critique and bother me about little grammar errors and stuff like that. Thank you for reading. More will come soon. I hope.