Synen's Legend-Ch.01

Chapter 11

Grace sipped her orange juice, quietly, watching her dad reading a newspaper. She was moving into a new school and she was going to be late. Her father stood up and smiled at her,
“Get up, Grace. Walk to school.” Grace stood and nodded, walking over to her father. She kissed his cheek. He pointed to the door and Grace picked up her back and walked out of her new house. 2


She walked around a corner and saw her school. Teenage Sorans were standing in groups, chatting and laughing. Or showing off their power; throwing fireballs, icicles, massive gushes of water, flirting with the opposite sex… The bell went and Grace walked through the doors of the main building. She looked at the piece of paper the small school had sent her and looked for what room she was supposed to be in for the rest of the day. 3


Eventually she found her room, Room 12. She walked through the door and a fireball had just been aimed at the door. Grace saw it in the corner of her bright, blue eye and she blocked it easily, with a shining, silvery shield using one hand. She turned and gazed at the now frazzled looking boy, steadily. She smiled at him and then let her eyes inspect the classroom. It was small with over fifteen desks. There was one where nobody was sitting and she walked over to it calmly; her skirt swaying with her hips. She sat down and stared at the bare wall in front of her, keeping her shimmery shield around her. The door opened and everybody looked in it’s direction, including Grace. When the class saw who it was, the blazing lights coming from other’s hands stopped, and everybody went quiet. The boy standing at the door was tall and slim with an athletic figure, black shaggy hair and amazingly green eyes. The green iris’s rested on Grace and he smiled slightly. He walked over to sit next to her, every single person in the room gazing at him as he did so. Grace smiled at the boy brightly,
“Hello. I’m Grace.” The boy grinned,
“Michael. Your new, aren’t you?” Michael said.Grace nodded and replied,
“Yeh I just moved down here with my parents and my familiar.” Michael asked,
“What power do you have?” Grace blushed,
“I’m a bit different.” she paused, “I have more than one power.” Michael’s green eyes widened with shock,
“No way! I do too, that is one of the reasons for why I am left out of most groups here.” Grace’s blush faded and she said happily,
“We should hang out together then!” Michael grinned,
“Sure.” Michael suddenly saw a ball of water aimed at Grace’s head. He scowled and held up his hand, blocking it and sending it straight back to it’s sender. Grace turned when she heard a splash and she gazed at a girl, standing a couple of desks away, drenched and glowering at her. Michael grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. Grace stifled a giggle,
“I did that with some guy back there. The red-head. Although, he looks more black than red, now.” Michael peered around her slender frame to stare at the boy who was still trying to get all the black off his face. Michael chuckled,
“That is Chuckie. He controls fire and he’s a right perverted snob, so watch out.” Grace looked back at Chuckie and then at Michael,
“I will. And if he tries anything, I swear, I will conjure up a frying pan and whack him over the head with it! I’ve had enough with boys who stalk you for just… y’know…” Michael raised his head and searched her deep blue pools. He smiled sympathetically,
“It happens with me as well.” Michael put his hand on her arm, but recoiled sharply and yelped when a sharp burst of static electricity shot through his arm. Grace jumped when she felt this and they stared at eachother, “What the hell was that?” Michael asked nervously. He patted her arm again apprehensively but nothing happened. Grace stared at his hand warily,
“I don’t have a clue.” Grace felt something cold slip around her waist, under her shirt onto her stomach. Grace stared at her stomach, looking confused and Michael arched his right eyebrow,
“What’s wrong?” Grace shook her head,
“Something is on my stomach.” Michael frowned as a look of realization came onto his face and he muttered,
“Greg. This guy called Greg. His power is to become invisible.” Grace’s big eyes hardened and she stood up, turning around. She glared at the brown haired boy standing there grinning. Grace scowled at him and concentrated all her power into her finger before putting it to his chest. Greg yelled as he went crashing into the big wooden cupboards behind him. Grace snapped her fingers and an elegant cat with long, silky, grey-ish fur and blue eyes like her appeared beside her. Grace smiled at the cat and picked it up carefully. Immediately, it began to purr and Grace whispered into it’s ear,
“Go teach that boy a lesson. He shouldn’t feel a girl up.” The cat leaped out of Grace’s arms, transforming into a large silvery wolf with, still, blue eyes. It padded up to Greg and growled menacingly,
“Keep away from my mistress.” The wolf had a female’s voice; soft but deadly. The she-wolf prowled around Greg in a circle and she snarled, “Get up, Soran. Get up and leave my mistress alone.” Grace smiled at the wolf and said quietly,
“Cinders, leave him now.” 4


The grey wolf turned and swished her long at Greg before bounding back to her mistress, turning back into the silvery cat. Greg stood up and glowered at Grace who was now holding Cinders in her arms, securely. With Michael standing behind them looking angry. He too had summoned his familiar, a bronze coloured cat with amazing green eyes like his master.
“You lot are weird.” Greg said. Cinders hissed and her hair stood on end. Grace stroked Cinders gently and murmured,
“Ssh Cinders, it’s alright.” Michael was also comforting the big, golden cat lying over his shoulders,
“Ray. Ignore him.” The big cat rubbed his head against Michael’s tanned cheek. Cinders suddenly noticed Ray and she cocked her head, staring at him. Ray flexed his paws out on his master’s shoulder and began to purr. Michael smiled at him fondly,
“Ray. Why don’t you say hello to Cinders?” Ray jumped down from Michael’s shoulder and Cinder’s leaped down beside him. Their noses touched to greet eachother, but they shot back, away from eachother. 5

Michael and Grace felt the static electricity course through their familiars and they stared at eachother. Ray advanced on Cinders again and sniffed her cautiously. Nothing happened so they sat down next to eachother, their tails entwined. Michael raised his eyebrows and grinned at Grace,
“They’re getting on well!” Grace giggled and nodded,
“We’ll have to keep a close eye on them!” 6