I flick out my knife and cut my symbol into a tree. Another tree. My symbol is a five point star with an X through the middle reaching out the sides. I made it up years and years ago... I can't even remember how old I was when I made it up...
Anyway, I spend all my free time wandering around. Around the bush behind the orphanage, around town, around everywhere. I've carved my mark into so many things. I use them as guides, when I'm in bush land. After I do my mark I carve an arrow pointing back to the orphanage, that way I can always find my way back, but by now I knew the main area so well I rarely need to use the arrows.
I love my knife, and the blue gem- I'm not sure about what it's called- reminds me of my magic sparks. I call them sparks because they look like sparks, mostly.I can make anything out of them, and they can burn and freeze stuff.. No-one knows about my magic. Only me.
It's Friday night, so I'll be camping out here. I found a massive hollowed out log years ago and you wouldn't believe how good for a sleeping place it is! When it's hot it keeps cool and when it's cold it's never too cold, and somehow it manages to stay completely water proof!
I look over at a river near my home (the hollow log) and frown as a vision plays out in front of me. There's a girl with golden brown hair like my own and eyes looking bluey-green along with the same slightly pale skin and a few freckles I have. Suddenly she frowns, then her eyes turn bright, into the same color as the gemstone on my knife. She looks at her reflection in the water before stepping forwards. Blue sparks dance around her feet and as soon as one touches the water it freezes over. She looks down stream before running on the river, the ice melting quickly after her.
I shake my head, she's probably not much older than me... I always wonder if it's a sort of premonition. The girl could easily be me in a few years time, but why am I running away? It doesn't add up. I have other visions as well; In certain places or when I touch certain things.
I walk right to the back of my log where heaps of blankets, pillows and cushions are all piled up in a big bunch, where I sleep. There's another part that I go into, where a branch used to be, and in there there's a hole in the bottom where fresh water from the river runs underneath.
I sit down and light another lamp before getting out my notebook, sketch book and a bunch of pencils and pens.
I write out made up characters, and then I draw them. Each person I've seen before, maybe in a vision or dream or something like that. But I've never met any of them in real life. Except maybe one. I saw him in a vision on my third birthday. He had dark brown hair and pale skin with out any freckles, and he did look pretty cute, when I started high school over three years ago I met a boy named Drake who looks like him. I could never get over it, it's the eyes. The eyes are so unique and... it's the eyes, they're what mostly make me think Drake is the boy from my vision.
And I'd given him a kind, caring, funny, smart but not too smart personality. And that's exactly what Drake is like.
A sudden tiredness sweeps over me and I turn the lamps off and barely managing to pull a blanket over me before my eyes close.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" Drake asks me as I tiredly sit up after he wakes me up- wait what?!
"What the hell are you doing here?!" I ask loudly, suddenly on my feet.
I realize it's dark outside.
"And why did you wake me up at frickin', midnight?" I ask.
"What are you doing out here this late?"
"Now you've avoided my question so I'm suspicious of you."
"You avoided mine."
"I half live here."
"You do?"
"Yeah."
"How come I've never seen you around here before?"
"How come I've never seen you around here before?"
We end up grinning at each other like idiots.
we are idiots.
"What are you doing here?" I ask again.
He shrugs, "couldn't sleep, often can't. So I go for walks. Someone puts signs on the trees, I use them so I don't get lost."
"That someone would be me. And I usually can't sleep either, it's weird that I was sleeping so early..."
He shrugs, "so why are you sleeping in a log?"
"Found it ages ago, I love it here. Why are we still in darkness?"
I couldn't even see his face, I only recognized his voice, it's quite distinct, I think.
"Dunno..."
"Should I light one of my lamps? Or get a torch-"
"No, no! It's fine, I'll go now anyway..."
"Okay then..."
"Bye Luna..."
"Bye Drake..."