New Beginnings - I


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NEW BEGINNINGS - I

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The sky sizzled and burned with fire, the sickeningly sweet fumes messing with her head, making it pound. She sighed and headed back inside the house where her parents were in various positions, lounging on the couch. Sophie ignored Amy whining at her to grab her a glass of water, and she climbed up the stairs.

Upon reaching her bathroom, she started running cool water out of her rusty faucet. She cupped her hands, welcoming the cool tingling sensation. She splashed the tepid water in her face, gasping at the prickling feeling. Reaching for the towel on the rack to her right, she turned off the water and rubbed her face with the pink towel. She threw the towel to the countertop and shuffled out of the bathroom.

Plopping herself on her bed, she moaned into the pillow. Marty mewled at her grumpily and jumped up onto her bed, just to start prodding her in the side. "What do you want?" She moaned into her pillow.

She nearly rolled off her bed, if she had not caught herself, when Marty answered in a deep scratchy voice "Some boy is looking at my balcony funny, get him away from my house." Sophie stared wide eyed at her cat as her heart raced, her head spinning from the fire induced migraine, and the fact her cat had just talked to her. "What are you waiting for? Get him away from my house, you peasant." He growled and he walked away like nothing had happened. She gaped at where Marty had been standing a moment before. The voice hadn't really came from the cat, it had resonated inside her head. She sighed and rubbed her head, she must be getting sick if she was hallucinating.

What boy was Marty even talking about anyways? Might as well check it out, she decided. Opening the squeaky sliding door, she slipped onto her balcony to scan the scenery. She sat on top of the wood perimeter, cross legged as she looked around. Sophie's breath hitched when she caught eyes with a boy, probably somewhere around 14, staring up at her. Her cheeks started to burn, and she forgot that she was up on the railing as he seemed to inspect her from the shade of a tree.

When Sophie felt the lack of wood beneath her, she realized that she was nearly airborne, if not for one centimeter of wood under her foot. She kept her eyes locked on the boy as she felt herself slip. Well here comes the death of Sophie Foster, outcast, the one and only freak. At least she would die looking at a cute boy. She saw his eyes widen, his beautiful, stupidly breathtaking teal eyes, and he ran towards her with unnatural speed.

As the pavement neared her, she thought that time seemed to slow down as the sidewalk got closer. Or at least she thought time slowed down, she felt the wind whipping wildly through her hair and realized SHE was slowing down, and the wind was acting as a cushion.

The boy flashed a smile so handsome that Sophie's heart skipped a beat, and she sat on the warm pavement, face burning, stuck in place as he closed the distance. He came to a stop and offered a hand out to her. She took his hand, praying that her hand wasn't clammy, and lifted herself shakily to her feet. He was stronger than he looked, so she stumbled a little, and he wrapped his arms around her. She thought she would die when she heard him speak. "Are you okay?" He asked. "You're shaking like a leaf."

He had a crisp British accent, with a tiny bit of a lisp on some letters, mixing perfectly to make a heavenly voice. "Y-yeah heh I'm fine." She wanted to get out of the boy's arms, they were muddling her thoughts too much. Her skin was tingling where his arm was wrapped around her waist, and the other supporting her head at the nape of her neck.

"That was an impressive amount of energy you summoned there, I saw your eyes and thought you weren't the right type, but that magic right there doesn't lie, you're like me." He said.

"Like you?" She inquired.

"Yeah, you're a wizard." He said in a serious tone.

Sophie snorted. She looked up to meet his eyes again, and realized he was serious. "Wait, really?"

"Well technically you would be an elf witch, but same difference." His eyes lit up. "I'm Fitz by the way."

"Oh I'm Sophie." She replied.

"Pleasure to meet you, and even better to find you." He dipped her to take her hand and kiss it, then stood her upright once more. Crap, this guy is a flirt and he's hot.

"Find me?" She asked. What did he mean by "find you"? Did that mean he had been LOOKING for her?

"Yes, we've been looking for you." He replied. She scanned his eyes, waiting for him to double over laughing and for someone to yell PUNKED, but her fantasy didn't come true. "Are you ready to go?"

"Woah, woah, woah." Sophie used her hands to emphasize her point. "Ready to go? I just met you, why would I follow to...." Sophie stumbled for words when he put his hand on her's.

"Home?" He finished, his large hand warming her smaller hand.

She tugged her hand out of his. "This is my home!" She pointed to her house.

"I don't see any ties to this place other than your familiar, and that it's a place for your stuff." He replied smoothly.

"First of all, I don't have a familiar, second of all, I have..." She thought about being left out of everything, her existence being ignored, and her family struggling to connect with her. "Marty!" She finished.

Fitz let out a gentle and warm chuckle. "Marty is your cat I assume?" Sophie nodded. "He's your familiar." Sophie thought back to him talking to her, it all made sense now. "Now are you ready to go?"

"All my stuff is in there!" She exclaimed

"I take that as a yes, you're a wind elemental from what I can tell, so you can just summon your stuff."

"Summon... My... Stuff..."

"Oh right, you're probably not educated that much." He face palmed, then pulled out a beautiful birch stick with teal gems imbedded in it, wood braided naturally and carvings of an ancient language on the sides. "I'm not a wind elemental, so it might be a bit shaky." He spread his legs shoulder length apart, his right arm stiffened, hand holding the wand getting a better grip. He then let out a breath before pointing his wand to the balcony from which she had fallen moments ago. "LLAJEA!" (Pronounced Ey-uh-jay)

Two suitcases appeared in front of them, the breeze picking up. A little smile formed on Fitz' face when Marty appeared on top of the luggage. She thought her heart must have stopped, because she wasn't breathing after seeing such a soft smile. "Are you ready to go now?"

"Huh?"

"Ya know, go to the elven world."

"But my family!" She pointed at her house for emphasis.

"We can arrange a fake death." He replied like it was second nature.

"Fake death?! They'll be emotionally damaged!" She felt her chest clenching when he gently pulled her arm down.

"Is there something else you'd prefer we do?" He said softly.

"Could you just wipe their memory of me or something?" She said.

"If you prefer, we could set that up." Fitz replied.

"Uh..." She didn't expect they could actually do that. "Would they be safe?"

Fitz's teal eyes met her's, unnerving yet drawing her in at the same time. "I promise you, by the elders, that they will be safe."

"Um... Okay...." She didn't really know how to respond to that, but her face flushed nonetheless. "So they won't ever remember me?" He nodded. "Will I get to see them?"

"Yeah about that... Our Washers, even if highly trained, the magic is iffy so it could cause the magic to wear off." He said. "We can't have them remembering you."

"Can I.." She felt herself choking up. They hadn't been the best family, and according to Fitz they weren't actually related to her, but they were all she had. "Say goodbye?"

Fitz seemed to ponder the thought. "Okay, but don't be long."

She didn't know why, but her face lit up and she gave him a hug. "Promise I'll be back!" She ran up to the gate, and slipped into the backyard.

Marty rubbed himself up against Fitz's legs. "So you're a witch boy huh?"

"I'm not a witch, I'm a wizard." He replied calmly. He slowly sat down, crossing his legs so Marty could sit in his lap. He slipped his wand back into his hoodie, shoving his hands into his jeans. "How do humans stand these clothes?" He muttered to himself.

"So what do you want with the girl?" Marty growled as he found a comfortable spot in the nook of Fitz's leg.

"We have been looking for her."

"Hmm more of you disgusting brats." He hissed. "At least you're getting me and her out of this horrid place. It's not too bad but it sucks here, you can't even go outside without choking on the scents."

"I don't get why humans destroy their own homes but at least she is safe now." Fitz replied.

Marty crawled out of Fitz's lap as Sophie came out from the backyard. "Safe is not the word I would use."


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