• My name is Moriah Jones. I am the daughter of Nicole and Brandon Jones. Bentley and Kierra are my siblings, whom are older than me, but not by much. I've always heard stories from my granmother that we were descendants of the Sorcerers. The Sorcerers were people who possessed extraordinary abilities, and we were said to be the most powerful of our "kind." My grandmother had told us the tale of our magic being lost, stolen by the Shadows-who were the equivalent of the Sorcerers. She had me captivated in every word she ever told of fantasy, myth, and all things I know now to be nonexistent. As I grew older, my belief in the world of fantasy dwindled, as did my grandmother's strength.
    Grandma Maria died a year ago today, and still I hear her voice telling me her fairytales. I remember she looked as peaceful as ever, like she was sleeping, when she lay in the casket at the Wake. I saw this through a watery mist and was grateful she died peacefully. Now and then she appears to me in my dreams, always as a fading image, though, like she didn't want to be seen clearly yet. Sometimes I wish she were still here.