1. Magical family, powers based on elements/nature. Last is lightning, tempest.
2. Romance story. Girl is the last of her kind (has power of some kind, special dna) DRUID. Grandma gets a friend to take away to a remote cabin. Stay there a while but are found out anyway. Have to run. Get captured by organization, find out who she is exactly.
The Shrouded - Chapter 10 by Geeklatte, literature
Literature
The Shrouded - Chapter 10
Stewart and Georgie had spent the morning driving through town checking on the contacts suggested by Anton. A brief interview at city hall hadn't brought much of anything they didn't already know or included in Anton's reports. He had graciously offered them a copy of his findings that would be of interest to them along with addresses to people they may want to talk with for their investigation. So far most people reported various shakes all around town and the surrounding farm lands, people assumed it was all seismic activity and were wondering why Doctor Fisher was asking so many questions they'd already answered. And no they sure hadn't se
She was floating among yellow flowers in a large field simply taking in the view, the horizon, the colors and the movement of the wind through it all. She basked in the seeming eternity of it though she knew nothing was truly eternal. Long ago her people had escaped a dying solar system, a dying planet. The most skilled Travelers had opened great tunnels through time and space allowing the Elymdar to pass through leading them in search of a new habitable system. For some time they lived in The Aether in corridors of space watching nebulas, stars being born and stars dying. Ilutia had never seen the Universe as her ancestors had but their flow
Sitting in the small diner by the road side with an overly chipper and far too talkative Georgie, Stewart breaks his buttered toast and dips it in the smeared yellow egg yoke on his plate trying to keep his attention on most of what Georgie was saying. Something about secret government conspiracies and aliens, what a surprise.
"You just know they've got whole space ships in underground bunkers right? Area 51 we all know has to be for real, that's why they make all those Hollywood movies about it, that's the media trying to say: Hey guess what? This is happening, wake up people..." Georgie stops for a rare minute and swallows some pancake fol
Tim Wilson had inherited his small farm from his parents. He'd been the second eldest son and the only child of the family who remained home his whole life taking care of his aging parents until they both died. First four years ago his father suffered a fatal heart attack while brushing Tango their pony. A year later His mother caught a severe case of pneumonia that winter and passed on. Leaving Tim alone to take care of what was left of their farm. His older brother Scott was a successful real estate agent with a wife and two children and no time for farming, he'd strongly suggested many times that Tim should just sell the farm and buy himse
Carefully placing the fossil specimens in their boxes Stewart was preparing to ship them on loan to New York for a small educative project targeted towards elementary aged children on field trips. It had been three weeks since his encounter with Emily Carlson and he had not heard a peep from her again apart from Ashwell mentioning that he called her and had a meeting with her boss the CEO of Evenguard Industries. Apparently Mrs. Rivera was interested in becoming the Museum's chief's sponsor. Being part of a University there was always a little bit of funding coming from the University board, however generous donations from the Alumni or inter
Three seventh days had gone by since Ilutia's arrival from the Aether. There had been much merriment at the plaza that night as three other Watchers had returned that day. With the deepening dusk musicians played their tune and singers took turns lending their voice and words to the music sometimes singing as an accompaniment to each other. Dancers had weaved enchanting movement throughout the gathering, spinning, twirling, prancing around and between clusters of people. As their arms moved with the rythm, showers of small stars of every color would trail behind, their feet would leave rings of light on the ground where each step would touch.
The alarm clock went off with it's usual obnoxious sound which rewarded it with a sound slap from the man sleeping in the bed next to it's stand. If the clock could think it would probably have been deeply affronted was Stewart's thoughts as his own annoyance was attempting to probe him awake. Lifting the covers off he turns off the infernal alarm before it goes off again and sits on the edge of the bed slowly becoming more lucid. He had spent hours the previous night going over his research plotting back his ideas and examples into a somewhat coherent start of a thesis. He was hoping the paper would grant him an expedition on a ship from the
Ilutia was sitting cross legged in the center of a circular room bathed in white light. She had spent the last hour meditating while waiting for her audience with Master Ovrun at the college. Her toughts were not focused on any one thing, she simply let her mind wander in a peaceful sea. Once in a while her consciousness would snap that peacefulness however as memories of the man in the cafe returned.
"So you are back" Ilutia turns to the Master's voice coming to her side. She regards his tender smile on his fine yet ancient featured face with affection. His long silver hair ripple down over his well formed shoulders. Most Elymdar are tall,