Chapter 1 part 1

Here's the next part, I'm pretty sure it's better then the last bit.

Chapter One

A change of scenery

            Jessica Wilson you're doing what?"

My best friend Brooklyn Jenkins was spluttering at me.

"Brook, come on, you're making it a lot harder."

I had been dreading telling her the news that I was leaving.

"But what will I do without you, I can't go on!"

I rolled my eyes; she was a drama queen to say the very least.

"I'll be back for the holidays and summer."

"That's not very much! How did your family ever get that much money? D.C is a swanky place."

"I told you, dad did some work for them so I got a scholarship."

My family had promised professor Mason not to breathe a word about, the academy, magic, or anything that smelled the least bit funny. He hadn't needed to make us swear, I wouldn't be letting anyone think I was crazy.

"I promise to keep up with Facebook and I'll e-mail you too."

I never kept up with Facebook, and I didn't plan on starting now, but I would check every once in a while to stay in contact with people, otherwise it would probably just make me feel even lonelier.

"I'm gunna miss you."

Brook gave me one of her under-the-arms awkward hugs I loved so much about her.

"I'll miss you too. Brook I've known you since I could walk, I honestly don't know what I'll do without all your instruction."

Brook would tell anyone who would listen that she had learned to walk before me, was two days older, four inches taller and was much better at every sport. I on the other hand could beat her every time in foosball, and had taken voice lessons for two years in elementary. That's it.

"Well," I said after a brief awkward silence. "I guess this is..."

"Don't say goodbye!" Said Brook vehemently "it's bad luck, and besides, you'll be back for Halloween right?" I nodded.

Halloween was just about the best holiday to spend right here at home.

"Okay," I said with a sigh smiling. "See you,"

"See you soon," said Brook as I got into the car.

I had spent the whole day with my friends and now it was almost time to leave. The sun was setting quicker now that daylight savings was almost over. My mom drove down the street and was tactful enough not to try and make conversation.

I saw Brook in the rearview mirror. She was standing in the middle of the soccer field where we had been kicking balls and eating snow cones. She was running with her arms wide before she cart wheeled into a handstand. Yet another of her many talents I could never hope to master.

So this is a new story idea I thought I'd share with you, once again it was a dream that inspired it.
I've put the synopsis for the main story and the sequel. They're set in a futuristic time when mind powers and space travel are possible.  If you can think of any names for the stories, I know this doesn't really tell what happens in the story, it's just a teaser. Hope you like it!

Avalon has always dreamed of joining the Agents, a team of elite spies that work solely for the Government. So after a mysterious explosion, Avalon doesn't question her easy expectance into the Agent corps. But soon she and her friend Asten will start to question a decision that starts a chain reaction of events she could never imagine. Even with her natural powers of psychokinesis and other mind  powers, there's more to Avalon then meets the eye. Something others have not failed to notice.

Most people believe that Bree Sivilan is heartless. Since she could remember she has been training to be an Agent for the Government. In fact her skills were so advance she was chosen years earlier then most. Bree has known nothing but lies and violence her whole life, but when she is ordered to murder her closest friend they are both launched into an adventure that will expose her real enemies and make her realize that she is not the person she once thought. 

Part 3

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Once again I'll apologize for the slow beginning, I just wanted to get the good parts faster.

I lay awake that night wondering what I should do. I had stayed up until 1:00 am discussing it with my parents. School started tomorrow and I had just made it into high school. Most of my friends had gone to a different high because they all lived outside the binderies.

Professor Mason explained that they took new recruits the first week of September so I still had one day to sign up for the academy.

"I think my mother may have gone to the I.M.T.Y,” said my dad. "She never really talked about it, but my dad mentioned going up to the 'academy' to visit her when she was in high school."

My mom looked worried "but we'd have to send her to D.C, that's awfully far."

My dad put a comforting hand on her wrist, "but if his story is true, and I believe it is, the academy is where she'll be safest."

"But how can we be sure it is true?" I said raising my voice and startling my parents. I was seriously surprised at how readily they believed in the story.

"You saw it with your own eyes," said dad.

The demonstration seemed like years ago and I had started to doubt my own memory. "There were times when I was a kid, times I fooled myself into believing they were just tricks. I think my mother had the gift of fire."

There was a short silence "Jessie, as much as I don't want to send you away I think it's what's best for you. But it's up to you."

I looked to my mom, but she said nothing and gave me a look like 'well, don't ask me, I don't know about this crazy magic stuff.' I fell forward onto the table,

"But I don't want to go."

My dad had then told me I didn't have to and we had gone to bed. My bedroom was right across the hall from my parents and I heard them talking as I lay awake.

"She's made her decision, Dan." That was my mom.

"But she doesn't know what she's doing" my dad said that.

"Jessie's fifteen, she can make her own decisions."

"For little things maybe, but this would change her life. Having powers and not using them, what's the use?"

"If she doesn't want them then I won't be the one to force her."

My dad didn't answer. I was on my mom's side all the way. I could make my own decisions. But something a famous rugby coach had once said nagged at me.

No regrets, leave it all out on the field. Do all that you can. Be able to say, "There's nothing more I could have done."

If I missed this opportunity to use my talent, whatever that was, then I would regret it for the rest of my life. I sat up in bed. My clock told me it was nearly three in the morning. I got out of my bed and walked to my parents' room. I felt like I was in a dream as I shook my dad awake.

"Is anything wrong?"

"No, I'm gunna... I've decided to go to the academy." 

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So I was too impatient to wait for next week to post this, so I decided to give smaller pieces.
This is the rest of the prolog, hope you like it!

There were so many questions I wanted answered: How had they found me? What was the academy like? Where was it? Why didn't anyone else in my family have powers? Which element did I have?

Professor Mason answered my questions as best as he could.

Element Workers had a certain aura about them, not 'the glow', as only those who had come in contact with the Heaven's Gem had, but a kind of shimmer that only the most powerful Element Workers could sense. Apparently my councilor was an Element Worker.

The academy was full of youth of all ages and would be just like school, but with magic powers.

It was in Washington D.C.

The bloodlines and who got the powers were complicated but the administration thought that if a woman had originally touched the Heaven’s Gem only females of her direct decent would receive the powers. My father must have been the descendant. Which meant my little ten-year-old sister would have the powers too once she turned twelve. Professor Mason didn't know which power I had. Each new student had to go through some kind of test before they found out. Sometimes it took months to find out. I secretly hoped I didn't have the earth element. Out of the four it seemed the least exiting. 

Finally Professor Mason simply told me I would learn everything I wanted to know at the academy, and that if my parents allowed me to go, I would leave tomorrow night. At first I couldn't believe it. Tomorrow night? I would be moving 18 hundred odd miles away without saying goodbye to my friends.

Professor Mason left my mother with his number and told us to call him once we made up our minds.

Before he left he told me, "the I.M.T.Y is not the only organization that is interested in finding young Element Workers, keep in mind though that the other is not quite as friendly."

I didn't understand this fully but it sent shivers up my spine.

My new story part 1

Ok, this is the first part of my new story, this beginning part defiantly needs work so give me pointers. I hope you like it!

Prolog

The 15 ½ century

      I stepped over a large rain puddle. I was walking home from orchestra and trying my best to stay dry. It was raining, hard. I hadn’t needed to take the family car because, like many things in Salt Lake City Utah, Rivertown High School was in walking distance. 

When I finally got home I noticed a different car parked outside our small one-story house. I opened the door and instantly saw a man talking to my mom in the living room; with each word my mom grew whiter and whiter. The man turned and looked and me, 

“come here child,” he said his voice was deep and sounded a little Irish.

I didn’t like being called child very much but I dropped my Viola by the door and walked into the living room. 

The man looked like he was in his mid fifties, his hair had turned gray, his eyes were an electric green and his neat suit was dark blue. The man held out his hand and I shook it, “my name is Professor James Mason and I am the director of the I.M.T.Y boarding school” he said. 

I felt my stomach drop, a boarding school why was there someone like that here? I had never been that bad in school had I? Last year I had received a 3.700. I was due to start high school next year and was already loving the summer orchestra I participated in. 

For some reason I applied myself only to my three instruments: Piano, Viola and a little guitar. The rest of my subjects seemed less important. I don't think any other mom but mine has had to yell at their kid to stop practicing and do some homework. 

Professor Mason must have seen the look on my face and smiled “let me explain” he said “the I.M.T.Y stands for the Institute for Magically Talented Youth.” I was confused magically talented I thought. 

“Our school name is pretty self explanatory” he said “we take young teenagers from ages twelve to eighteen and train them in the magical arts.” I looked skeptical 

“magical” I said “you mean like, wave your wand and pull a rabbit out of a hat; how old do you think I am?” 

“You are fifteen and incidentally a little late to show your powers” he said calmly. "Jessica," my mother spoke, "listen to the man." 

“Let me explain” and he gestured to a seat and I sat. “I suppose this all starts with the magus deleo age, meaning magically erased in Latin, or what some of our students have come to call the15 ½ century,” he said sitting down on the couch, the broken springs twanged. 

I opened my mouth to say "15 1/2 century?" but he held up a hand. 

“I will ask you not to interrupt as there will be much you do not understand or believe but I will make all clear,” he said. “Now where was I oh yes, the magus deleo age was a time first thought to be after the 15^th century but in more recent studies suggest it was earlier. We’ve decided we really don't know when the magus deleo age was. The events were so confusing and against all that we believe that it was erased from the memory of mankind. It was a time of magic, of grief, joy, sorrow and many wars. 

"It all started with a girl named Thaea and a boy named Feren. Now Thaea was a peasant girl and Feren the lord of their little village in England. But through a turn of events they became friends. Close friends." 

Professor Mason sounded like he had told the story a hundred times. 

"When Thaea was nineteen she and Feren went for a walk in the woods. Soon they became lost but they found there way to a clearing and in that clearing there was a giant floating diamond." 

This story was starting to sound like a kid's book but I didn't interrupt. 

"There were four sections in this diamond, one blue, one red, one green and one pure white.

Feren was overcome with a greed for the power the diamond could bestow and he touched the red part of the gem. Instantly he was enveloped in flames and when they diminished his eyes had turned orange. He tried to convince Thaea to touch the diamond as well but she refused. Feren then attacked her and now had the power to conjure fire. Thaea was scared and pressed her hand against the blue part of the gem. She could now see a kind of red glow emanating from Feren. She too glowed blue. 

They fought and in the end Thaea was victorious although she did not kill Feren. Thaea fled England to America..." 

"But America wasn't settled back then, if it really was before the 15th century it can't have been." 

"Ah, but you forget that an entire century was forgotten by man." I shut my mouth. 

"Where was I? Oh yes, Thaea fled to, what was then called The Western Lands. There she met a boy named Dorric. Only four years later the two were married, which presented another power of the Heaven's Gem." 

"The what?"

"Heaven's Gem, It's what Thaea first called the magic diamond, but you'll learn more about that at the academy. Now I've lost my place again," he said furrowing his brow. 

"The new power" I prompted. 

He nodded his thanks "yes, Thaea discovered that she hadn't aged a day. She was still nineteen in her looks but not in her mind. She and Dorric returned to that little forest in England where Feren awaited them, tipped off by his spies on their ship. Dorric was able to touch the green part of the gem and the element of earth was bestowed upon him. That day marked the start of the Great War. 

Thaea finally told Dorric everything and both swore to overcome Feren at all costs. They allied themselves with many powerful monarchs but those are all stories in and of themselves. What's really important to know is that, when the fighting was done and the century erased, Dorric and Thaea build a school. 

Now Feren built himself an army of what we now call 'Element Workers' but what no one foresaw that the descendants of those men and woman would have the same powers. And that's why Dorric and Thaea built the school, to help those with the same ability to control the elements." 

Professor Mason fell silent. 

"Wait a minuet," I said slowly. 

I was totally unconvinced by everything he had just said. 

"If you're saying that I'm a descendant of these... Element Workers, then you've seriously got the wrong house." 

I thought it was creepy that he knew my name and age but I wasn't about to let him think he was right about me. 

Professor Mason smiled "what's so outrageous about it that you can't believe?" 

I laughed a little "um, magic, a mysterious time that was erased, people who don't age, thinking that I have magic powers." I said it with as much sarcasm as I could. 

"If the time was erased, how do you know it's not true?" 

"Because it's totally crazy! Why would people make up stuff about magic if it were actually true?" 

"Because magic didn't exist wholly in the 15 1/2 century, on the contrary, magic has been around almost all of our existence. But when the century was lost, so was the ability to learn magic. Wizards are so rare that most don't even know about their powers. But Element Workers on the other hand, are being found more and more. 

"Element Workers have the ability to bend the elements to their will. To conjure fire, water, wind or earth and do with it whatever you wish is a truly magnificent gift." 

I was lost for words so I shook my head. 

"What will it take for you to believe me?" 

"Show me," I said bluntly.

Professor Mason sighed, "It seems like I always have to do this." 

He raised his hand, palm up. Something was growing there, a pile of dirt and then a tiny flower sprouted from it. I stared at it in amazement, trying to think of how he could have tricked me. He smiled at my expression. 

"Do you believe me yet?" 

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Hello friends!
So I'm am seriously struggling with this story so normally I start working on a different one and that with usually help, but right now I just can't seem to make anything happen and I got really into my other story so I'm gunna let you choose. Below is an excerpt from the one I'm working on right now, read it and tell me if you'd like to hear more of that instead. I actually wrote this part a long time ago, it won't make sense without the rest of the story.

A tall scrawny kid jogged up to our table, pulled out the chair next to mine, and fell into it. He was an African-American about eighteen and had a carefree manner that made me feel more comfortable. "How ya-all doin'?" He said to the table at large. 
There was a shared murmur throughout, except Carly who said "hi!" brightly. 
The kid nodded "that's what I though." 
His Cajun accent reminded me of a friend I had had a few years back.
"Okay, I'm the Student Council Director or S.C.D. That means it's my job to represent the entire student body for the school board."
 He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms and legs.
 "You can call me The Ambassador, SCD, YOLO, The Loop, Slice, Emty or whatever othe' crazy things you can come up with."
 "What does Emty mean?" said one boy sitting directly across from Emty. 
He looked at the kid but his expression was masked by the mirror shades he wore. 
"It means Mrs. Larson's little kid couldn't pronounce I.M.T.Y. K so now I'm gunna tell ya-all how things work hear at the Academy. Every weekday, that's Monday through Friday, the bell's gunna ring and wake you up at 6:45. You get thirty minuets to wake up, get dressed and get yer butt down to the mess hall. 
We all meet in the auditorium at 8:17 on Mondays, every other day just go straight to yer first class. That gives ya plenty o' time to eat, grab yer books and even floss if ya have a mind to. After a little message from the Head, you continue to yer first class. Don't freak out or anythin' we'll give ya-all a packet exlanin' yer classes and where to find um. 
Now, since yer all new here yer gunna go to normal classes for one week, then in the mornin' on Saturday yer gunna be evaluated to see what power ya-all have. The first thing ya need to know is not to worry about the evaluation. Some o' these crazy kids like to hype it up like it's some freaky ordeal but it's not." He sat up strait again. 
"Don't let anybody wined ya up. I know everyone that's ever been here and some kids would love to take advantage of the new kids." 
The same boy who had asked about Emty spoke up 
"how long have you been here?" 
YOLO smiled "that's fo' me to know and you not to." 
There was a short silence. 
"Well," said YOLO pushing himself out of the chair. "It was nice seein' ya-all, if ya have any questions I'll be around. Right now you'll have Pat as yer leader. She'll introduce herself after breakfast. Oh that reminds me, on Saturdays we'll have the day off so you can catch up on studyin', hang with some friends, whatever takes yer mood. Sunday you can either attend the church of yer choosing or whatever. We do ask that you are respectful of other's religion and there will be absolutely no alcohol or drugs at any time. Heck, I get nervous when some kids get to the caffeine. 
Well I think that covers about everythin', once again if you have any concerns please ask me or another student or leader. You'll learn what to do pretty quickly; it's not very complicated. Oh, and because we've got new recruits we'll be havin' a party on Saturday night, make sure and swing by those are always fun. Our activity director is amazin', dude, that guy is crazy. Anyway, I'll be seein' ya-all around. Welcome and have a nice day."
He waved his hand slightly and walked away. I noticed he didn't stop at any table to stay. He would pause and chat with students and grab an English muffin or some strawberries.
I liked YOLO, he seemed like the perfect person to be the Student Council Director.