“Elizabeth was twelve when she came to my store the first time. It was in autumn, the crisp cold air filled with falling leaves gave way of old; my favorite time of year. I remember Elizabeth’s eyes were so green. Later in her years she told me her power came from purple. Purple I said, as in the color? No, it was purple as in light she corrected. I immediately thought of her green eyes, but why purple I asked myself. I still spend time working on this reason. Elizabeth was likened to a flower, she was beautiful, bright, fragile, but needed attention or she wilted. Her power somewhat baffled me but it was not this that I ultimately wanted her for. Her aura lit of a blue I could not duplicate anywhere. There was something in her aura I knew would be key. That day in autumn when she came to my store, she thought she was there to buy cyan spice for her mother, but it was my need to see her powers. It was my plan from day one. A demonstration of her powers would not happen, she was just a child and barely aware of her own senses. My judge of her powers would have to come from normal interaction. Not an easy task but I was not worried. I knew if I could feel her presence from as far as Noreal, my home city over twelve hundred kilometers away, her presence before my person would be enough. What I didn’t expect was that aura of hers.”
Exert from Francis’s journal, Earth Unknown: 2501, book three. |
