𝓟𝐫𝗼𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝓢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐞

Chapter #17 - Amy

Chapter #17 - Amy

"A Froster," Amy repeated, "That's, like, an elf-y ability, right?"

Keefe nodded.

"Does that mean..." Amy couldn't finish her sentence. She left the words hanging in the air— waiting to see if Keefe would do anything with them. But he didn't. And after a minute of silence, Amy realized she would have to be the one to voice it.

"I can't possibly be an elf." After saying the words, she felt better. They were true. "There must be some sort of mistake."

Keefe took a deep breath and reached for Amy's arm again. And just like last time, she saw his silhouette in the dark flinch. He then tentatively whispered, "I can tell. You feel just like Lex before he manifested. You're definitely a Froster."

"No," said Amy, stepping backwards. She began walking in circles. She needed to move, pace, something. "I can't be... I'm not..."

"Maybe you aren't."

She stopped. "What do you mean?"

"Maybe, from Sophie being your sister, you somehow inherited a bit of elf genes or something. And now you have the potential to manifest as a Froster."

Amy exhaled. She was still human. But she couldn't help but now look at her arm differently now, half-expecting a second head to sprout out of it.

Nothing happened.

She let out the breath she didn't realize she was holding.

All of a sudden, she noticed Keefe smirking slightly. Sophie had told her plenty about his jokester personality, so Amy assumed he must be thinking of something funny. A Foster-Froster rhyme joke, perhaps. He opened his mouth to say it, but then his expression turned serious, and he dashed back to the house of the kind Swedish couple.

"What are you doing?" Amy ran as fast as she could until she caught up to him at the front door.

Out of breath, she repeated, "Whatareyoudoing?"

"Remember when Alice and Elijah had just found us, and Alice put her hands on our shoulders and asked us if we were okay?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, I remember thinking that her hand was very warm. I thought it was just the contrast between the cold wind and her body temperature but... now I think I might've been sensing the fact that she had the potential to manifest as a Pyrokinetic." Amy's jaw dropped open, wind whipping on her face for added effect. She remembered Pyrokinetic abilities— Sophie told her there was one in the Neverseen named Fintan.

They both rushed inside the house, only to remember that it was still two a.m.

But suddenly, Amy heard the faint sound of Elijah and Alice being woken up. She heard Alice's perky voice say something in Swedish— it sounded kind of like a curse word— and then Elijah shouting, "BRAND!"

"Fire," Keefe muttered. And sure enough, they began to see smoke coming out from the other room.

Amy's mind went immediately back to the day about a year ago. Her and her parents— back when they were the Freeman family— inside a small, claustrophobic safe house. As the family was huddled together, the panic rose in Amy's chest as the smell of smoke filled the air...

She did not want to relive that.

But the smoke was coming closer, and Alice and Elijah ran out of their room. Another fire began to form on Alice's palms, so she stopped, dropped, and rolled on the ground the way school assemblies would always tell you to do. She didn't seem to realize yet that she was the source of fire.

They shouted something, and Keefe translated, "Run! The fire's too big to put out!" Amy didn't need to be told twice.

Once they reached far enough from the house— with Elijah close behind and Alice bringing up the rear, still unaware she was causing the fire— Amy began to speak, "So... Alice is definitely a Pyrokinetic."

Keefe nodded, "But it's weird. She can't possibly have elf genes."

"Well..." She had one theory. "I don't know much about how it works, but what if humans have hidden abilities or something and you somehow sensed and triggered them?" Amy realized this meant she probably only had a matter of time before her Froster ability would manifest— is that what it was called?

Keefe paled, then started shaking his head quickly. "But I touched Elijah's arm before, and I couldn't sense any sort of ability."

"Then maybe only some humans?"

Keefe abruptly stopped.

He started to turn very pale. Much paler than before.

Then he began muttering a bunch of things to himself. Amy couldn't hear anything of what he'd said— it was all a jumble of words and phrases, though she definitely heard "my mom" in the mix. She only caught the last sentence. No, not a sentence. A question.

"What if this is my legacy?"