• ~Tory~

    This was scary, or it was getting scary. They had NightDust in the 1800’s? Now, that was a really long time ago. That really could have meant we started the Salem witch hunts.
    “Wow, so Drake’s and NightDust have been around for centuries,” Charlotte said with amaze lighting her voice. She really was blonde.
    “Keep reading Tory.” Amelia’s teeth were gritted, I didn’t have a clue why.
    I read more but this time in my head first. Huic universitas, lux lucis ago alongside. Folklore superstes , folklore civitas hallucinate of res futurus. Is lux lucis can exsisto pallium per atrum si they votum. Gibberish to anyone but not to me for a strange reason.
    “’In this world, light lives alongside. Folklore survives the folklore citizens hallucinate of being existent. This light can be stolen by the dark if they desire’.”
    “Is the light…Is the light us? The Drakes and the WhiteStar and AAA?” Charlotte asked, when I looked at her I could see worry forming in her eyes.
    I nodded slowly, not liking where this was going either. Amelia seemed to be the only one not affected by this but then, Amelia seemed that way about almost anything.
    I continued before they could ask me again. “’There is folklore in the world, six well-known power take this title, they appear every century’.”
    I stopped reading all together, to myself and to the others. That shocked me, six well-known powers. These…these weren’t like mine were they? Or mine wasn’t included in this, was it?
    “Tory!” Charlotte snapped at me. I realised that I had stopped reading and started again.
    “’Fire, Water, Earth, Electricity, Air and Snow…’” I trailed off. Not thinking about anything other than the first power to be mentioned.
    It was my power, my fire power, they had said. It…I was a legendry, folklore that wasn’t meant to exist. I had to clamp my mouth shut to keep it from dropping in the shock at filled my body.
    “Haven’t seen any of those powers around, or even heard of them,” Amelia mumbled under her breath.
    “It’s every hundred years, right? If we wanted to find out when these powers come, we need to find out when they were first discovered then born,” Charlotte explained.
    I stared at her; she actually said something smart which was a surprise because she acted like such a ditzy and stupid at times. I shook my head in disbelief.
    “Let’s concentrate on the book for now Charlotte,” Amelia said sweetly. I never got sweet.
    “’Each has a spirit to steer them through life when they approach the age. Whether the spirit is polite, whether it is hostile depends on the individual holding the power’.”
    Steer my a**; the wolf didn’t so much as say a steering word when I was going through it. And the ‘come of age’ thing explained a lot, it really meant that you didn’t get you r power til your late teens. Like myself here.
    “That really doesn’t make much sense but go on,” Amelia suggested this time. But really, it did make sense. To people with these powers.
    “’They will save us commencing darkness but each comes in the midst of a price that is required to be rewarded or completed’.”
    I read it again, to myself this time. Trying to make sense of it but it just didn’t come to me. I was searching for something that was missing inside me? I didn’t know what it was going on about. They mos servo nos ineo obscurum tamen sulum adveho in medius of a pretium ut est postulo futurus remuneror vel universa. Ustulo of postulo diligo, ustulo of postulo spes, quod vos must succurro lemma reperio quis they es in quest of in themselves.
    “What does that mean…?” I half whispered to myself.
    “I guess it means they all have a price-,” I cut off Amelia, by accident.
    “Wait there's more. ‘Scores of require love, scores of require hope, and you must assist them in finding what they are in quest of, in themselves’.” I finished the paragraph, completely confused with myself.
    “Oh, that helped make more sense of it,” Charlotte grumbled, crossing her arms with a pout on her face.
    “It means, they have something missing within’ themselves and we have to help find it.” Amelia finished, giving Charlotte a sidewards glance.
    “Hey listen to this.” I took no notice to their banter, “’they cannot be stolen, kidnapped or forced into serving either side. It is of their own fee will that they must desire’.” IT wasn’t what I had expected to hear from someone with powers. Or read.
    Amelia frowned, “that must be in place so NightDust doesn’t force them to join.”
    I thought differently, yes that was a reason but it didn’t just apply to NightDust; it also applied to every other agency on Earth.
    “What if someone did force them? I mean, come on you can’t believe-,” Charlotte tried to say whatever was on her mind.
    “Shh…” Amelia and I both shushed her to be quiet. This was getting more interesting by the minute and by the page.
    “’Each has a function in the set. They all contradict the previous, uphold each other in check. Without all of them, misfortune will occur’.”
    “That doesn’t sound good,” Amelia pointed out, although I already knew that, with an even bigger frown now.
    Every time I turned the pages, the pictures changed. Folklore was fairies and unicorns’, saving the light was someone being victorious but what disturbed me was the picture on the next page I had come to. It was a picture of a person holding a ball of fire with a wolf behind them in the shadows.