Chapter One A young girl is sitting down in an otherwise empty house. She’s sketching in a book. The garage door opens. She hurriedly hides her sketchbook, and runs to the kitchen, picking up a tray full of food, then runs to the garage to meet her father. Her father doesn’t like her sketching, and wants her to focus on keeping her grades extremely high. Last term she got an A, and her father banned TV. She works extremely hard to keep A+’s. She gets punished for anything else. She makes her father dinner as soon as she gets home from school. It’s suppose to take the whole hour that she’s home alone, but she has a secret that helps it go faster. She’s magic. She hides it from everyone, and always wears a hat. Her father inspects the food. “Good job Dawn. Your not a complete failure.” He says. Dawn responds “thank you father.” Next door, another girl is playing a video game. Her dad is playing with her, and she wins. “Great job Dusk!” She looks at him, puffs out her chest, and says “I know daddy! I’m way better then you!” Back in Dawn’s house, Dawn sits down, a scar under her eye bleeding again. The eye above the scar is covered by a flower shaped eyepatch. Her other eye is blue, her hair long and brown. Her hat is blue today, her cloths stained with flour. Dusk snuggles into her fathers arms, her eyes black with red pupils. Her long hair is orange, and she’s a “bad” girl, almost never going to school, instead going shopping with her mom. She wears orange and black cloths, and is best friends with Dawn. Dawn now runs, crying, her arm hanging limply at her side, runs to Dusk’s house and rings the doorbell. Dusk’s father gets up, and walks to the door. He opens it, and immediately calls the hospital, finding Dawn passed out on his doorstep, her arm limp, and her scar bleeding heavily. She wakes up an hour later in the hospital, her arm put up, and a bandage under her eye, and a doctor standing nearby. “Your awake!” He rushes over. “Now don’t worry, you’re going to be fine. The police will be here soon, as you were almost definitely being abused.” Dawn sits up, alarmed. “No, I wasn’t be-“ The doctor cuts her off. “Hey! It’s ok, you’re safe now! Don’t think about it! Now, what color do you want your cast?” Dawn looks confused, the doctor, seeing this, says “for your arm… its broken” Dawn nods, and replies “I would like it pink and blue…” The doctor nods, and writes something down. Two woman in police uniforms walk in. One, her name tag reading ‘Agent Wera’ says “Dawn. I know this is hard for you, but we know you’ve been abused. We need you to tell us what happened, or your father co-“ Dawn shouts “HES NOT MY FATHER! I-I was adopted…” The officers look at each other, and the other one, Agent Sanderson, says “that’s not what this says…. Dawn, what do you mean you’re adopted?” “They found me at the side of the road, when I was 3. They claimed to of had me 3 years before, and sent me to his sister’s house, but that’s not what happened! Please, don’t make me leave… my best friend lives next door…” Agent Wera nods. “Listen, we already arrested you’re father, and the person who lived next door to your friend, Dusk Lee, has decided to adopt you. You’ll still be next to the Lee’s. Is that ok?” Dawn looks shaken, but nods. “I like Mrs. Smith… but she’s too old to be my mother…” Mrs. Smith, a kind, wonderful old woman walks in. “Then, Dawn, you can call me Grandma.” Dawn looks at her, and smiles “I would like that very much Mrs. S- Grandma!” A week later, Dawn is sitting on her new bed, her arm in a cast, listening to her favorite song. Dusk walks in, and sits down beside her. Dawn pulls out her headphones, and Dusk looks exited. “Dawn!! I think I have magic!!” Dawn suddenly looks worried. “Wh-what do you mean? Powers?” A fire starts on Dusk’s hand. Dawn sighs, and holds out her own hand. There are 2 small fires in the room now, and Dusk gasps. “You knew?” “Yes..” “AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME??!!??” Dawn runs out of the room, Dusk close behind her, chasing her with fire. Mrs. Smith walks around the corner, and sees the fire. “H-how? Dawn? Can you do this too?” “Yes grandma… I can” A small fire lights on Dawns hand, and Dusk giggles. Mrs. Smith smiles, surprised. She no longer looks like the kind old lady she looked like before. She leaves the room, and the girls listen as she makes a phone call. “Did you know?” She said. A second later she said “That the very girl you adopted and raised is one of them?” She was obviously in a call. “Yes! Dusk is magic! I think that their friend is, too!” Dawn wondered who she was talking to. “That green girl… Rachel…. I think…” Dawn realized she was talking to Dusk’s father.
