“Suppose I hurt someone you love?” my abusive mother said to my twin brother. She forced me to come out of the shadows. I was hopeless. I pleaded with my eyes to Keefe. But he didn’t listen.
“Who is this?” a girl with blonde hair and brown eyes asked Keefe. Wait- an elf who had brown eyes?
“My twin sister,” he responded. “And I’m gonna save her. Don’t worry, Sophie.”
“How are you gonna do that?” the girl who I assumed was Sophie asked.”
“Three words. Lord Hunkyhair style.” Keefe said. “Kisya, don’t worry. Lord Hunkyhair’s gonna save you.”
I rolled my eyes even though I was being held captive by my own mother. My body began to shake. All of a sudden, I heard a voice in my head.
“Hi Kisya. Do you remember me?” a crisp accent said.
“Fitz?” I asked. “Are you talking to me using telepathy?”
“Yea. It’s me. Did you manifest your ability?”
“Yes. I did. Well, I think I might have two abilities. I’m a shade. But I can also speak to people -"
"That's normal," Fitz said. "Everyone should be able to speak to people. What's wrong with that?"
"No. I can speak to people who are dead."
"I have never heard of that," Fitz said.