The Book of Aure

Chapter One

WHAT'S UP PARTY PEOPLE 

And by party I mean that super duper exclusive party of one happening in your own little bubble of comfort. 

I love that bubble, man. 

Here's chapter one, rewritten, edited and whatnot--it's longer than it was before (if you're one of the rare few who actually have had the patience to wait for me to get my crap together the multiple times I have attempted to share this story, you may notice the difference. But I honestly doubt there's many, or any, or you...its literally been years....)! 

Hopefully chapter two will be following shortly. 

I aim to nail down some sort of schedule, but for now I'm riding the wave creative flow while it lasts. 

-Shy. B

P.S. More likely than not, there's typos because, CLEARLY, I am not a perfect person, and, like most, my eyes enjoying seeing what they expect/want to see. Which means, relax. I don't need each and every one corrected in the comments, it'll get edited eventually...

and with "Prodigal Wolf" still under editing, two years later, that "eventually" will definitely be awhile, but don't cry over it. Spelling mistakes happen. Grammar mistakes happen. Sh!t happens. 

Just ask Bob Ross. 

And Shakespeare. 

{Chapter One}

In the beginning, Aure didn't really see much of a difference between her and other people, to be more precise, between her family and others. Truly, it wasn't until the young witch was about six that she realized there was even a discrepancy to question. It began with a school bus, and the lack thereof in the routine of Aure's childhood life. Every morning, the child would watch with wide, curious eyes, as one by one, children with expectant eyes and colorful bags strapped onto their backs, climbed the stairs into the bowels of the yellow vehicle, returning the same way only hours later in the day.

Quite naturally, the young witch wondered when the large vehicle would stop in front of her quaint cottage home with Gran to sweep her off to whatever wondrous adventure it conveyed the other children of the neighborhood to. With bated breath, Aure would watch through the bars of Gran's garden fencing, thinking perhaps in the driver saw Aure, they would realize they had been overlooking a child. When this did not prove to be a suffice tactic, the young girl began to spend most of her morning attempting to climb up the tree that shaded Gran's garden, just high enough that there was not a bit of a chance she would be overlooked.

Perhaps it was because of the shade of the tree's leaves, but it took Aure awhile to realize that her fingers, with it's vice grip around the branches, had all but disappeared in the leaves. The young witch fell with a yelp, forgetting to anchor her perch in order to look at her fingertips, unable to do anything but stare in bewildered amazement.

"Now look at that, a little acorn fell from a tree!" Eureka Uriisola chortled as she lumbered over to aid her discombobulated granddaughter.

"Gran," Aure raised her hands with wide eyes, "my fingers are turning green!"

Pushing back her straw garden hat, Eureka peered over the tops of her thick glasses, "Well looky that! So they are, seems like somebody made friends with the green eyed monster!"

"No I didn't! I promise, I kept out of the cellar just like I promised!" Aure was quick to defend, however she found it difficult to meet her grandmother's gaze.