The Covenant: Enemies Rising (working title)

Hello, my name is Destynie, I am from London, England. When I was only eight years old, I discovered that I had powers. I can control the weather somewhat and the five elements. On my thirteenth birthday, my powers began to manifest and they grew stronger. I started having problems hiding them so we had to start moving around. My parents decided to try and find some help for me. It took three years for someone to come along that could “help” me.

One day at school, someone got on my nerves and my powers exploded. Needless to say I put the kid in the hospital with second degree burns and a little bit of frost bite. That night I was in my room packing to run away when the doorbell rang. I heard my father’s voice talking to whoever was at the door then he called me down. I hesitated for a moment then turned and went downstairs.

When I reached the foot of the stairs I saw a man dressed all in black. His overcoat was dripping from the rain that was pouring outside. His hair was the only part of him that wasn’t completely black. There were pin stripes of gray and white.

As I stood there transfixed by his appearance I didn’t even noticed that he was talking about what had happened at school. I had not told my parents about what had happened and I had intended on keeping it a secret until I left. My thoughts were interrupted by the feeling that I was being watched. I focused my eyes and I noticed that the man’s deep blue almost black eyes were upon me. More like they were piercing through me.

“You must be Destynie,” he said in a low voice that contained a thick Irish accent. The man inclined his to me as though I were queen or something. I felt awkward just standing there staring down at his head, then I noticed my father motioning that I do something. Realizing I hadn’t answered him I quickly murmured:

“I am, sir.”

“Sir?! Well, doesn’t that beat all!” the man cried, giving a small laugh. At this moment my mother came bustling out from the kitchen carrying a silver platter filled with her fine china that she only used in the presence of great company.

“Let’s go into the parlor,” my father suggested leading the way through a door immediately off the stairs.

Our parlor is heavily furnished with a big, over-stuffed chair, a small love seat and a rocking chair that squeaks when you sit down in it. The fire was crackling merrily when we entered. When did father start that I thought to myself.

The man took the rocking chair, my father sat down in the over-stuffed chair, and I sat down on the love seat by myself for a moment while my mother served everyone tea. Then she took her seat next to me and watched the man intently as a sipped his tea. For those few moments that he sipped his tea there was a silence unbroken except by the ticking of the clock on the mantel and by the rain pattering on the window panes. My father was the first one to break the dreadful silence. “So, Elder, how have you been the last few years?” he asked in a small voice. His name is Elder? my thoughts cried. What kind of name is that?

Glancing from person to person, Elder, answered in a nonchalant manner that scared me. “I’ve been fair enough. I’ve been keepin’ myself busy.”

I think this answer made my mother scared as well, because I felt her stiffen beside me. Though when she spoke her voice was not shaking with fear it was more dripping with eagerness. “Have you already set everything up for her?” she inquired.

Now I noticed something else in Elder’s eyes that was odd. A fiery light passing over his eyes, similar to mine when I use my powers.....to be continued