was. With my mind made up, I finished my tea and crawled back under the covers, allowing sleep to claim me one more time.
It was eight in the morning when my body finally woke up. I dressed in a pair of gray running shorts, a sports bra, and a pink tank top. Thankfully, when Sebastian had packed my clothes he’d added my running shoes. I threw my hair into a ponytail and went to grab a small snack before my run. As I opened the door, a gust of cool air hit my skin and created goose bumps. Shrugging it off, I took off and started my morning with a jog. I usually only jogged when I needed to forget the world around me or when I felt that nothing was going right in my life. This was definitely one of those mornings. I smiled as I wound around a path that led into the forest. There were tall conifers spread out around me, moss-covered rocks, and grass grew everywhere. It was pure beauty. It was my home. It was Oregon. Sighing, I stopped where a fallen tree blocked my path. My smile fell as I saw it had been cut down by lightning, and I reached out to touch it.
When my hand met the wood, I gasped. The tree was screaming for help, and no one cared enough to hear it. I pushed the silver glow with all my might, prayed for it to save the tree, to help it live in some way. Bright light poured from my body and wrapped around the conifer, and I pushed harder. Snapping, clicking, and other strange noises filled the empty silence. I watched as the silver light helped the fallen tree grow back to its base and connected the splintered trunk together again. When it was whole, the light receded back into my soul and settled with a thick heaviness. My body felt weak, so I sat there for a few minutes. And then, with newfound excitement, I sprinted back to the house, leaving the newly healed conifer behind me.
I hunched over to catch my breath, using the straps of my tank top to wipe the sweat from my forehead. The summer heat was already beginning to blare down on my back. When my breathing was finally normal, I walked into the house to search for Clamora so I could tell her what I had done. She was in her office, looking through paperwork and talking on the phone. As I tapped lightly on the doorframe, she held up one finger to signal that she would be a few moments. Taking that as an invitation, I sat down in one of the chairs, allowing my legs to rest. With an exasperated sigh, Clamora hung up the phone and shuffled the papers into a drawer. A curious look on her face had me looking down at my outfit and smiling sheepishly. Realizing that now was my chance to tell her, I spilled every detail from the morning’s run. When I finished, she smiled widely and congratulated me. Proud of myself, I skipped to the kitchen to make a hearty breakfast of cereal and toast. Belly full of breakfast, I wandered upstairs to shower and change.
Taking one last glance in the bathroom mirror, I felt satisfied with my appearance. My green eyes were clouded with silver and purple, my hair reached the middle of my back, and my new tattoo was starting to turn red and green. I had chosen a green tank top, dark blue shorts that were tattered and torn, and red Toms. Dark eyeliner created an elegant look on my eyelids, and mascara flushed out my already long lashes. Even though I had decided that I was going to wait for Sebastian to tell me the truth, I still wanted to look good around him. Flipping my dark hair so it hung in waves over my left shoulder, I walked out of the bathroom with a smile. Nothing felt out of place in my life at that moment.
I met Clamora out in the garden by the stream for more training. Bottles of water sat on the ground by a large rock, and I knew that it was going to be a long session of pushing myself to the extreme. We started by planting seeds in fresh soil, and she told me to make them grow. Pushing with all my strength, I bathed the seeds in silver light and small plants started growing into thick, beautiful bushes and luscious
It was eight in the morning when my body finally woke up. I dressed in a pair of gray running shorts, a sports bra, and a pink tank top. Thankfully, when Sebastian had packed my clothes he’d added my running shoes. I threw my hair into a ponytail and went to grab a small snack before my run. As I opened the door, a gust of cool air hit my skin and created goose bumps. Shrugging it off, I took off and started my morning with a jog. I usually only jogged when I needed to forget the world around me or when I felt that nothing was going right in my life. This was definitely one of those mornings. I smiled as I wound around a path that led into the forest. There were tall conifers spread out around me, moss-covered rocks, and grass grew everywhere. It was pure beauty. It was my home. It was Oregon. Sighing, I stopped where a fallen tree blocked my path. My smile fell as I saw it had been cut down by lightning, and I reached out to touch it.
When my hand met the wood, I gasped. The tree was screaming for help, and no one cared enough to hear it. I pushed the silver glow with all my might, prayed for it to save the tree, to help it live in some way. Bright light poured from my body and wrapped around the conifer, and I pushed harder. Snapping, clicking, and other strange noises filled the empty silence. I watched as the silver light helped the fallen tree grow back to its base and connected the splintered trunk together again. When it was whole, the light receded back into my soul and settled with a thick heaviness. My body felt weak, so I sat there for a few minutes. And then, with newfound excitement, I sprinted back to the house, leaving the newly healed conifer behind me.
I hunched over to catch my breath, using the straps of my tank top to wipe the sweat from my forehead. The summer heat was already beginning to blare down on my back. When my breathing was finally normal, I walked into the house to search for Clamora so I could tell her what I had done. She was in her office, looking through paperwork and talking on the phone. As I tapped lightly on the doorframe, she held up one finger to signal that she would be a few moments. Taking that as an invitation, I sat down in one of the chairs, allowing my legs to rest. With an exasperated sigh, Clamora hung up the phone and shuffled the papers into a drawer. A curious look on her face had me looking down at my outfit and smiling sheepishly. Realizing that now was my chance to tell her, I spilled every detail from the morning’s run. When I finished, she smiled widely and congratulated me. Proud of myself, I skipped to the kitchen to make a hearty breakfast of cereal and toast. Belly full of breakfast, I wandered upstairs to shower and change.
Taking one last glance in the bathroom mirror, I felt satisfied with my appearance. My green eyes were clouded with silver and purple, my hair reached the middle of my back, and my new tattoo was starting to turn red and green. I had chosen a green tank top, dark blue shorts that were tattered and torn, and red Toms. Dark eyeliner created an elegant look on my eyelids, and mascara flushed out my already long lashes. Even though I had decided that I was going to wait for Sebastian to tell me the truth, I still wanted to look good around him. Flipping my dark hair so it hung in waves over my left shoulder, I walked out of the bathroom with a smile. Nothing felt out of place in my life at that moment.
I met Clamora out in the garden by the stream for more training. Bottles of water sat on the ground by a large rock, and I knew that it was going to be a long session of pushing myself to the extreme. We started by planting seeds in fresh soil, and she told me to make them grow. Pushing with all my strength, I bathed the seeds in silver light and small plants started growing into thick, beautiful bushes and luscious
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