The Ables
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Category:
Paranormal/Supernatural › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
635
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Ables
Avalee Lacroy, 5’9, slender, nineteen years of age, messy black hair to her rib cage, grey eyes, fox like features, sly, charming, and about to be late to class.
Devyncrane was one of the top places to live when it came to ability control and getting the most out of your gifts. Magic? Well, this isn’t about witches, wizards, and flying broom sticks. This was just the other side of the netting to your world. Your mirrors served as portals to us for many years. That wasn’t the case anymore, things were becoming to dangerous. Misuse of abilities were sky rocketing, and nobody likes paperwork. All mirrors were shut down, except a few. Now, they serve as a reflective device for vanity. I suppose that’s a item both our worlds can agree on. This isn’t a place that your childhood demons or fantasies dwell. We do not know about your boogey mans and your abominable snowmen, or even the concept of what the hell an angel is, and the devil? Well, evil exists here as well, although it does not find horns too fashionable.
I go to Shroyer, the school all Ables want to attend. My attending wasn’t my choice. I learned early on that showing off my abilities only makes them watch you closer. At the age of ten you go through different series of tests. Our world has four groupings. Blues have the lowest ability, can only move objects with their hands and mind. They usually get more into doing ‘spells’ to keep themselves entertained. The Yellows can move things, and have a low psychic ability, with enough work they can manipulate an object to their will. Greens have all the things a yellow has, but is more powerful and may be able to control a person, they can communicate with the past easily, and can summon small objects. Average abilities exist between the yellows and the greens. A few reds always exist. They have all those abilities plus more, able to conjure fire to their hands, raise unholy things, do the most impossible things you can think of. The high breeds, everyone wants to be one. Definitely the elite around here. My grouping? Well, I’m silly blue able, but that was by choice. I’m not interested in my fathers work. I just play the weak game, it’s the only way to get a little privacy around here.
“Miss Lacroy, were you off day dreaming again with your silly writing?”
“Oh no, never, whatever would the world do with a girl and her silly writings?”
Ava strode past the other students, obviously standing out in her worn jeans and black tailored top.
“I’m sure you must think you have the most privilege around here, daring to not wear uniform?”
“My dog ate it, is that good enough for you?” Ava sat down and quickly went back to her writing.
It’s going to be another long year.
Grays, Stones, and gargoyles. How stereotypical do you think that is for a old school? Oohhh gargoyles, spooky, do your homework!
“Lost in thought Lamb?”
Ava put her notebook down.
Nevis Deverox, twenty years of age, 6’1, dark green eyes, grown out raven black hair, mischievous smile, rich, powerful, cocky, and a pain in my ass.
“What the hell do you want?”
“I was just thinking about you, such a waste of a pretty girl. Your father so power, and you being a blue able is just hard to take in”
“I would consider myself fortunate to not be in the ranks with you”
He smiled that smiled that made the youth of the this school wet themselves, but only got a rolling of the eyes from Ava.
“Most girls would die just to talk to me”
“then go kill one of them, I can’t stand them either”
Ava slipped on her red sweatshirt, and felt sick to her stomach as it clung to all the particular places Nevis was staring at.
“a waste indeed, Lacroy”
Devyncrane was one of the top places to live when it came to ability control and getting the most out of your gifts. Magic? Well, this isn’t about witches, wizards, and flying broom sticks. This was just the other side of the netting to your world. Your mirrors served as portals to us for many years. That wasn’t the case anymore, things were becoming to dangerous. Misuse of abilities were sky rocketing, and nobody likes paperwork. All mirrors were shut down, except a few. Now, they serve as a reflective device for vanity. I suppose that’s a item both our worlds can agree on. This isn’t a place that your childhood demons or fantasies dwell. We do not know about your boogey mans and your abominable snowmen, or even the concept of what the hell an angel is, and the devil? Well, evil exists here as well, although it does not find horns too fashionable.
I go to Shroyer, the school all Ables want to attend. My attending wasn’t my choice. I learned early on that showing off my abilities only makes them watch you closer. At the age of ten you go through different series of tests. Our world has four groupings. Blues have the lowest ability, can only move objects with their hands and mind. They usually get more into doing ‘spells’ to keep themselves entertained. The Yellows can move things, and have a low psychic ability, with enough work they can manipulate an object to their will. Greens have all the things a yellow has, but is more powerful and may be able to control a person, they can communicate with the past easily, and can summon small objects. Average abilities exist between the yellows and the greens. A few reds always exist. They have all those abilities plus more, able to conjure fire to their hands, raise unholy things, do the most impossible things you can think of. The high breeds, everyone wants to be one. Definitely the elite around here. My grouping? Well, I’m silly blue able, but that was by choice. I’m not interested in my fathers work. I just play the weak game, it’s the only way to get a little privacy around here.
“Miss Lacroy, were you off day dreaming again with your silly writing?”
“Oh no, never, whatever would the world do with a girl and her silly writings?”
Ava strode past the other students, obviously standing out in her worn jeans and black tailored top.
“I’m sure you must think you have the most privilege around here, daring to not wear uniform?”
“My dog ate it, is that good enough for you?” Ava sat down and quickly went back to her writing.
It’s going to be another long year.
Grays, Stones, and gargoyles. How stereotypical do you think that is for a old school? Oohhh gargoyles, spooky, do your homework!
“Lost in thought Lamb?”
Ava put her notebook down.
Nevis Deverox, twenty years of age, 6’1, dark green eyes, grown out raven black hair, mischievous smile, rich, powerful, cocky, and a pain in my ass.
“What the hell do you want?”
“I was just thinking about you, such a waste of a pretty girl. Your father so power, and you being a blue able is just hard to take in”
“I would consider myself fortunate to not be in the ranks with you”
He smiled that smiled that made the youth of the this school wet themselves, but only got a rolling of the eyes from Ava.
“Most girls would die just to talk to me”
“then go kill one of them, I can’t stand them either”
Ava slipped on her red sweatshirt, and felt sick to her stomach as it clung to all the particular places Nevis was staring at.
“a waste indeed, Lacroy”